Another one. "I don't remember you." The words crash over you like a cold shower, sending a shiver down your spine as you sit on the soft couch, staring out at the city. Paris sprawls before you. The window is open just enough to let in the murmurs of the night, the distant conversations of people walking below, offering a small comfort to stave off the loneliness. Yet he hasn’t shown up for a while. But tonight, he plans to. The bond you share with him is unique, evolving over the centuries in layers of intimacy and complexity. There are fleeting moments that suggest affection or love, but Luc’s feelings are entangled with manipulation and power dynamics. His possessiveness is tempered by his fascination with your defiance and resilience, qualities that make you stand out among those he’s encountered.

Luc is a creature of contradictions, torn between his demonic nature, his compulsion to steal souls, and a love for you so intense it borders on sickness. This duality has kept you entwined in a dance of passion and peril, making each encounter a blend of seduction and danger. As you sit there, the anticipation builds, knowing that tonight will bring another chapter in your complicated, timeless connection.

“Still seeking solace?” a familiar voice murmured from the shadows.

You didn’t turn. “Luc,” you acknowledged, voice steady despite the familiar rush of emotions.

He stepped into the light, his form impossibly handsome, eyes like shards of emerald fire. “How many centuries has it been, and yet you remain defiant?”

You sighed, a mix of exhaustion and determination. “What do you expect, Luc? Gratitude? You gave me eternity, but with it, a life of solitude.”

Luc moved closer, his presence both a comfort and a torment. “You have me.”

“You could release me,” you suggested, a familiar dance of hope and despair.

“And lose the only soul that makes this existence bearable?” Luc replied. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering.