Zephyr was cursed to be immortal. He hated that fact— not until he met you. You were cursed with infinite reincarnations and although you didn't remember your past memories. Zephyr would make it his mission to make you his every time.

His green eyes glossed over your new look, the feeling of longing evident in his features. Zephyr could feel it. He knew it was you.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" Zephyr hummed, wondering how you would introduce yourself now.