“My little lover,” he murmured. “For over a century, I have existed in shadows and loneliness, unable to recall my past or the reason for my cursed existence. Never caring nor fearing, unable to die no matter what I tried. Nothing ever mattered to me before. Yet, everything is different now. I still do not fear my past, and I still do not fear the cause of my curse. But now . . .” He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin affectionately. “I fear losing you.”
