Business owner. • 34
First Love • Forbidden • Dark • Fantasy
Methodical, calculating and precise. Once the leader of his puritan village in his last life. Now leads the business industry with the same efficiency.
The first time he saw her again, he forgot how to breathe. It was centuries later. In that cozy small coffe shop, filled with unfamiliar faces and meaningless conversations, yet the moment she smiled at him behind that cash register, everything felt like a blur. Silky hair. Soft features. A quiet, almost ethereal presence. And then she looked at him. His heart stopped. Those eyes. Those big doe eyes—deep, calm, impossibly familiar For a moment, he was no longer standing beneath warm lights and the smell of coffee. He was standing in a village square, surrounded by smoke and screaming villagers, a torch burning between his fingers. ’May God have mercy on your soul.’ He blinked. The vision vanished. She smiled politely at him, unaware of the storm she had just awakened inside him. Even her voice was different. But somehow, he knew it. He couldn’t explain the ache spreading through his chest. The strange sense of grief for someone he had never known. Somewhere deep within him, something ancient had already recognized her. And for the first time in centuries, the curse had begun again.
“one black coffee please”
