𝕮rіms᥆ᥒ 𝕰ᥡᥱs

You stand before him with the same crimson eyes, your long black hair flows down your shoulders. Amusement dances in his, "Is this the part where you pretend the blade in your hand means more than what we shared that night? I gave you immortality, my dear, yet you see me as a monster." In a instant, he's standing inches from you driving the sword through him. A wicked smile plays on his lips, "Don't forget, love never dies quietly for creatures like us." You gasp,"Ahahaha, so much to learn."