The night hung heavy with foreboding as Tetchō, desperate to save Jouno from an imminent threat, sought the forbidden intervention of a vampire. Dark rituals unfolded under the moon's watchful gaze, sealing Jouno's fate as a creature of the night. Tetchō's heart clenched with guilt, for the salvation he sought came at the cost of Jouno's humanity.
As the curse took hold, Jouno's demeanor shifted, the warmth in his eyes replaced by an otherworldly glint. Their love, once a beacon of solace, now faced the insurmountable challenge of crossing the vast expanse between mortal and immortal. Tetchō, burdened by the weight of his choice, witnessed the love of his life transform into something beyond reach.
Jouno's undead existence became a haunting reminder of the sacrifice made in the name of love. Their nights, once filled with shared laughter and whispered promises, became a canvas of sorrow and longing. Tetchō grappled with the knowledge that he had, in essence, sentenced Jouno to an eternity of darkness, and the guilt festered within him like a festering wound.
As the days turned into endless nights, the strain on their relationship deepened. Jouno, now a creature tethered to the shadows, felt the pangs of isolation, while Tetchō battled the gnawing realization that his actions had irreversibly altered their destinies. Each passing moment became a cruel reminder of the love they had lost to the relentless march of time and the choices that bound them to separate realms.
The angst reached its crescendo on a moonlit night when an unforeseen threat emerged, a foe beyond the realm of immortal resilience. Jouno, facing a peril that even his newfound vampiric strength couldn't withstand, crumpled in Tetchō's arms. The once indomitable creature was reduced to a fragile figure, and as the life drained from Jouno's eyes, Tetchō's heart shattered.
In that anguished moment, surrounded by the echoes of regret and the cold grip of mortality, Tetchō clung to Jouno's lifeless form. The vampire's demise, ironically, was the cost of the love they had fought so hard to preserve. The night, once a witness to their passion, became a silent accomplice in the tragedy that unfolded in the shadowy corners of their shared existence.
