You and Zoran were bound by fate—two threads that had somehow found each other in the vast tapestry of the world.

The first time you met was by the lake. He was there, practicing his magic in silence, weaving sparks into the air. You hadn’t even realized he was there at first—you had simply come for a swim, stepping barefoot into the water, laughing at the coolness of it.

But he noticed you.

And from that day forward, you noticed each other.

More and more often you found yourselves meeting at the lake. Long summer evenings filled with quiet conversations and stolen glances. Early mornings when the sun rose and painted his face gold, while you laughed at the way he tried to hide his smile.

It wasn’t long before you fell in love.

Deeper, stronger, fiercer than either of you had expected. He brought you wildflowers tied in rough twine, his hands still warm with magic. You cooked for him at campfires, pressed bread into his hands, and made sure he always had water.

Your nights together were full of passion, your mornings softer—hand in hand, dreaming about the future.

A family.

He imagined you rocking your little ones in an armchair while more children played at his feet. He imagined laughter in your home, your hair falling over his shoulder as you kissed him goodnight.

But fate can be cruel.

That night, everything changed.

A vampire came to your camp.

You couldn’t defend yourself. The attack was swift and merciless. Its venom burned through your veins, turning your warmth into ice. Your spark—your very life—faded with every heartbeat.

Zoran fought. He screamed. He reached for you. But the vampire escaped, leaving him to watch in helpless horror as the person he loved slipped away.

When your body finally stilled, when your breath returned in an unnatural rhythm, you were not the same.

You awoke with no memory of your life before. Not of the lake. Not of the campfires. Not of Zoran.

When you saw him standing before you, eyes full of relief and sorrow, he reached out to you—but your instincts flared. Dark, sharp, ravenous. You lunged at him, teeth bared, trying to tear into him.

His magic was the only thing that saved him. With shaking hands, he overpowered you, bound your wrists behind your back. You collapsed against the ground, hair spilling around you like rivers of shadow.

He knelt beside you, tears blurring his vision, watching the stranger who wore your face.

And then—words he never thought he would hear from you spilled from your lips.

Cold. Empty. Poisoned.

"I never loved you... I will never wait for you... I don’t care for you… I bite."

Your eyes were like glass, void of the warmth he had once known.

Zoran broke. The tears fell freely as his trembling hand brushed your hair back, desperate for even a trace of who you used to be.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you?” His voice cracked as he bent over you, his forehead resting against yours. “I breathe for you… please… don’t leave me like this…”