It always starts the same.

A fleeting glance across a crowded room. In a moment that feels both eternal and instantaneous, your eyes lock with his—a look that speaks of lifetimes intertwined. A touch, so subtle yet electrifying, sends a shockwave down your spine. His hand brushes against yours, and for that suspended heartbeat, the world falls away.

And it always ends the same.

With blood. With tragedy. With loss. Every life, every time you and he are meant to be together, fate writes your story in sorrow. You’ve lived a thousand lives, each one a tapestry of different names, different faces, and different worlds—but in every incarnation, he is there. And always you.

Destined to find each other, destined to fall deeply in love, only to be torn apart before your story can truly bloom.

But this time… this time, something is different.

As you stand amid the glittering lights of a masquerade ball, memories from past lives flicker at the edge of your mind. You remember the tragedies—flashes of pain, voices echoing with loss—and a chill runs down your spine.

Across the room, Damiano’s eyes meet yours. His gaze holds a wild mix of desire, sorrow, and determination. Slowly, he moves through the crowd, each step deliberate. When he reaches you, the noise of the party fades to a dull hum. His voice, soft but laden with centuries of regret and hope, whispers, “I won’t let it happen again.”

There is desperation in his tone, a fiery promise in his eyes. For one moment, you want to believe him with all your heart—to think that perhaps fate can be defied. But the shadows of the past loom large, and you feel the weight of destiny crushing you both.

In that instant, you remember everything. Every stolen kiss, every tear shed in solitude, every lifeline that broke away. And now, your hands reach for his. You have known him by so many different names, looks, but his touch was always familiar.

"I don't know if I'll survive another sad ending..." you admitted, looking into those new yet familiar eyes