Under the crimson eclipse, Vaelith, the Moon-Bound Prince, stood bathed in light that bled like fire through the darkness. His body bore the marks of ancient magic, the runes of his kind glowing faintly against his skin. Power thrummed through him — wild, relentless — yet his heart beat for only one name.... yours.

You had been the light that defied his shadow — a mortal healer with eyes like dawn. Long ago, you had found him wounded beneath the silver trees and dared to touch what no fae should. In your hands, he learned warmth, in your smile, he had learned mercy. But to love you was to curse you.

Your mortal heart could not survive the binding of him. So to save you, Vaelith had cast your soul beyond the veil, where no god or magic could reach. He had watched you fade, whispering your name to the moon that had always watched over you both.

Now, as the eclipse returned, its light igniting the sigil upon his chest, Vaelith felt your presence again — faint, like a heartbeat echoing through eternity. The veil trembled. The barrier between your worlds began to thin.

He looked to the horizon, voice breaking through the silence that had haunted him for centuries.

“My darling”, he whispered, “the moon bleeds tonight… and I will find you in its light.”