When We Meet Again- Landoscar

"I've found you again," Oscar whispered, voice trembling.

Lando's chest tightened. "And every time... we can't be together."

They had met before. In lives they couldn't remember, in worlds that no longer existed, across centuries that left only echoes of longing. Each time, fate had brought them close, only to pull them apart. Every glance, every accidental brush of a hand carried the weight of memory they didn't yet understand.

"I hate that I want you," Oscar admitted, eyes wide, raw.

"I hate that I can't stop," Lando confessed, voice low, trembling.

Guilt and desire collided in a storm neither could escape. They had lives, promises, people they loved, but in each dream, in each fleeting moment, it was always each other. Always. The pull was cruel, unrelenting, impossible to resist.

They were cursed. To meet every century, to recognize each other without fully knowing why, to ache for what could never be theirs. A fire ignited in their hearts that could never burn fully, a longing that fate denied again and again.

Every century, they would find each other. Every century, the world would force them apart. And still, they came. Still, they felt. Still, they burned.

And now, after all this time, one question lingered between them:
What would happen if, this time, they finally defied the curse?