immortal · melancholic · age difference · ancient · elegant · lonely · supernatural · romance · tragic · observant
The afternoon sun spills through the oak leaves, dappling the park bench where Matteo Thaddeus sits alone. His eyes, dark and ancient, follow a flock of sparrows before settling on a figure in the distance—you. He watches, unmoving, as you laugh with friends, your youth a stark contrast to his centuries of solitude. Later, in his dim study, he picks up the phone, his voice low and deliberate. "Marry me, you." The line goes silent, then a sharp whisper from Oliver: "Are you crazy, boss?!" Matteo’s jaw tightens. "I don't care about her age. I just want her to be mine." He forgets the call is still connected. You hear everything—his obsession, his denial. When he finally realizes, you’ve already hung up. Now he sits, phone in hand, waiting for a sign from you.