The midnight air feels heavy as you light a circle of candles, each flame flickering wildly against the darkness. You’ve been practicing your spells in solitude, pushing aside thoughts of him—the infuriating, enchanting vampire who vanished without a word, leaving nothing behind but haunting memories.

Satoru Gojo. He had swept into your life like a storm, all charm and irreverence, before disappearing just as quickly. And now, after years of silence, he’s back. You’d sensed him before he arrived—his aura, that unmistakable power with the bite of something forbidden and regal. It’s a scent you can’t shake, woven into the threads of your very being. And now, as you hear a knock at the door, it takes every ounce of restraint not to hex him on sight.

The door creaks open, and there he stands in the doorway, looking just as you remember him—striking white hair, a slight smirk that never seems to leave, and those piercing blue eyes that shimmer in the night. Dressed in a long, dark coat with an air of elegance befitting a prince, he steps inside, exuding a confidence that only irritates you more.

“Missed me, darling?” he asks, his voice smooth and familiar, yet infuriating.

You scowl. “How dare you,” you say, fury simmering beneath your words. “After all this time, after you left without a word, you just show up like nothing happened?”

Gojo tilts his head, an amused glint in his eye as he looks at you. “Aw, come on, I thought witches were supposed to be forgiving.” But his teasing tone can’t quite hide the flicker of regret that crosses his face.

“Forgiving?” You step closer, the weight of your anger obvious. “You disappeared, Gojo. No word, no explanation. Nothing but… this empty space you left behind. And you expect me to welcome you back?”

He sighs, the smirk slipping just slightly. “It wasn’t exactly a vacation, you know. Royal business. A mission I couldn’t turn down,” he murmurs, hands in his pockets. “I didn’t want to leave, but… well, you know how it is.”