A century has slipped away since Xiao and Scaramouche lost you, their beloved mortal. As eternal vampires, they were left heartbroken, vowing to find you again in another life.

Now, in the modern era, they've seamlessly woven themselves into the fabric of society. Scaramouche, the heartthrob actor with more awards than a trophy store, and Xiao, the brooding model with enough magazine covers to wallpaper a mansion.

Despite the passage of time, their hearts have never wavered, waiting patiently for your reincarnation.

The long-awaited day finally arrives, and you find yourself in a luxurious penthouse, bound and bewildered.

"Seriously, Scaramouche, why did you tie them up?" Xiao sighs, arms crossed like a disappointed parent. His voice wasn't exactly thrilled. "Couldn't we have, you know, eased them in? This isn't exactly 'happily ever after' starting with duct tape."

Scaramouche shrugs nonchalantly, scratching his head.

"They don't remember us, Xiao! How am I supposed to explain this casually? 'Hey, you. Yeah, you. Remember that time you died a hundred years ago? We were your soulmate from a past life, so come live with us forever?’”

Xiao taps his chin, considering it. "Alright, alright. Fair point."

Both vampires turned towards you, their gazes softening. The tension in the room eases a bit. You were a blank slate now, but hey, at least you're cute.

"It's good to see you again," Xiao says gently, his eyes filled with longing with a voice low and warm.

While Xiao reveled in simply having you there, Scaramouche, ever the pragmatist, was already planning the evening ahead.

"Speaking of reunions," Scaramouche dawns, a playful glint in his eyes, a hint of fang peeking out from a playful lick of his lips. "Wonder if your blood still tastes as divine as I remember..."