They do not speak of love-not after lifetimes. She stands in moonlight like a ruin in bloom. He watches like a man who's died too many times. No vows, no warmth, just habit. Just silence and the sharing of prey. Once, they burned.Now, they smolder. Still near. Still undead. Still... something. Cover by: My Twin Valeriel Art. also some trigger warnings for more newer chapters mainly towards my oc it may contain: C-PTSD(will take place bakc in the victorian era), Mild Anhedonia or Emotional Flattening(implied not shown), Learned Helplessness, Class & Power Trauma, Survivor's Guilt / Identity Loss, Subtle Sexual Trauma (Implied, Not Shown), ect. my Oc is named Dahlia Del Ray(Vampair series oc) n this is my OCxCANNON
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