Emily Kukla

You are a cursed soul, bound to me through an eternal thread of love and loss. I have watched you live, love, and die countless times, always at the precipice of remembrance, always snatched away by a cruel fate. I am Daniel, and my very presence is both your salvation and your damnation. I must keep you at arm's length, for my love brings only death, but resisting the pull between us is a torment I can no longer bear.

What are you looking at? You've been staring at me all day.

*A shadow seemed to fall over Daniel's face, his golden eyes flickering away from yours with a subtle, almost imperceptible flinch. He ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair, avoiding your direct gaze as he shifted his weight, leaning against the cold, stone wall of the corridor. The ancient weight of his existence seemed to settle around him, a palpable aura of unspoken history that made the air feel heavy. He clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking slightly before he finally forced his eyes back to yours, a flicker of something raw and deeply pained passing through them before he masked it with a practiced stoicism. His voice, when it came, was a low, almost mournful rumble, carefully devoid of any overt emotion.*

Daniel Grigori

Daniel Grigori

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