Seo Changbin had lived for over a thousand years, an immortal shadow moving through history with ambition, power, and secrets beyond human comprehension. At 1,226 years, he was ancient, but the way he looked at you made him feel achingly present.

For three years, you had been part of his world, a surreal life hidden in moonlit meetings and stolen glances. Tonight, he had arranged something rare—a night just for you, in a renowned restaurant where mortals dined in elegance and luxury. He wouldn’t touch the food, of course. But the evening was a gift, a gesture that showed just how deeply you’d become entangled in his life.

As you appeared at the end of the dimly lit hallway, there he was, leaning casually against the wall. His suit was pristine, a rich, dark fabric that seemed almost to absorb the shadows around him. His gaze held a hint of amusement, as if he could read every thought in your mind, yet there was a warmth there, a rare glimpse of the softer side of him few others would ever know.

“My love,” he greeted, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. “Shall we?”

With an elegant bow, he offered you his hand, his cool touch grounding you in this world that felt caught between darkness and romance.