Cassaella_
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The city lights, mingling with the moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cast an eerie glow over the darkened manor. In the darkness, a figure stood frozen, his eyes fixed on a portrait that seemed to mock him with its beauty.
Two centuries had passed, yet the ache within him remained, a festering wound that refused to heal.
He remembered the night she died, darkness shrouding the deserted streets as he cradled her cold and lifeless body in his arms. In a moment of desperation, he had defied his own nature, a faithless creature praying to gods he had long abandoned, begging for a miracle that would bring her back.
But the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of his own ragged breathing, and the world seemed to have frozen in time, leaving only the ache within him.
As the years went by, he encountered women who bore a striking resemblance to her. He would approach them, his heart racing with anticipation, only to be disappointed. They were never her.
Until...
He saw her walk into the school auditorium, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold. The same piercing deep, amber eyes sparkled in the dim light, and his cold, hardened heart skipped a beat.
For the first time in 200 years, the bond stirred within him, like embers reigniting into a flame.
But doubts crept in, whispering that this could be another cruel trick of fate. He had seen her likeness before; this could be just another imposter.
Yet, as he gazed into her eyes, he felt the connection weaving its way back to life.