you remember the first time you saw him — sunghoon, bathed in moonlight, eyes like frozen time. it was centuries ago, maybe millennia. you’ve forgotten dates, but never the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that made eternity bearable.

you were born vampires, made not by curse but by the stars, stitched together with darkness and thirst. while empires rose and fell, you and sunghoon stayed. always watching. always just the two of you.

he liked the renaissance best. he painted you a thousand times — lips stained, gaze soft. he said even eternity wasn’t enough to capture you fully. you laughed. kissed the red from his brush.

you danced in burning cities, kissed under eclipses, hunted in silence. sometimes you fought, vanishing into separate shadows for decades. but always, you returned. you needed no words — your hearts beat only for each other, even when they didn’t beat at all.

now it’s neon nights and glass towers. your fangs are hidden behind smiles. he stands beside you, looking just the same — beautiful, eternal, yours.

he takes your hand. "still not tired of me?"

you smile, fangs glinting. "never."

and the world keeps spinning, but you and sunghoon remain — forever midnight, forever in love.