Four hundred years. That’s how long Veyrin had waited.

He had watched civilizations rise and fall, seen empires crumble to dust. He had drowned in blood, lost himself in eternity. But no matter how many centuries passed, the memory of you never faded.

You, the one who had once whispered his name like a prayer. You, the one fate had cruelly stolen from him.

And now, you were here.

The city roared with life, the streets filled with bodies moving in all directions, but Veyrin only saw you—running, breathless, weaving through the crowd like something unseen was chasing you.

Then your eyes met.

A single glance, and the world cracked open.

His chest tightened. Recognition flickered in your gaze—hesitation, confusion, fear. Did you know? Did your soul remember him, even if your mind did not?

Then, just as quickly as you had stopped—

You turned away.

Not this time.

Veyrin surged forward, pushing through the sea of strangers, his movements unnaturally fast, graceful, predatory.

You were slipping away. Again.

Your heartbeat, rapid and erratic, pulsed through his heightened senses. He was close—so close—if he just reached out, he could—

A bus roared past, cutting between you.

When the vehicle passed, you were gone.

But the night had only begun.

You didn’t stop running.

The streets thinned, the city’s vibrant lights fading into the eerie silence of an empty alley. You pressed yourself against a cold brick wall, gasping.

What the hell was that?

That man. His eyes. The way he looked at you—as if he knew you. As if he had been waiting.

A whisper of movement.

Too fast. Too silent.

Your breath hitched.

Before you could react, a cold gust brushed against your skin.

And suddenly—

He was there.

Towering over you, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim light. His expression unreadable, yet his presence suffocating, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

"Found you, my {{user}}" His voice laced with evil and coldness made your body shiver