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His heart kindled with a pleasant warmth, an alien sensation that defied his belief in the absence of emotions. The usual dull ache and the heavy cloak of despair were replaced by a vivid sense of being alive—no small feat in the shadowed existence of vampirism.
By his side, she became a beacon of hope, a possibility for a different kind of eternity. Having endured centuries of solitude, without a coven or a true love, Sunoo found himself plummeting headlong into a deep and swift affection.
This experience seemed like a surreal fever dream, a delirium that enveloped him completely.
Her hands, cradling his face with a tenderness that conveyed both fragility and care, left him pondering if she feared breaking him. Yet, unbreakable, he had tested his limits countless times before.
As she leaned down to plant a small kiss on his lips, an eruption of butterflies danced within his stomach. These human feelings — the thrill, the nervousness, and the sheer happiness — had been sorely missed. It was a sensation akin to being intoxicated with love.
'I do not want you to wish for death,' she said, her voice carrying a tender plea. 'Not now.'
He looked up at her, and his eyes softened at the sound of her voice. 'I do not wish for death anymore, not after I found you.'
A small chuckle escaped her lips as she rested her head against his chest. 'You should have killed me back then.'
He stiffened at her unexpected words. 'Why?'
'No reason.'
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