“They taught me etiquette, obedience, and how to smile while destroying someone’s future. They never taught me how to stop wanting what I lost.”

Once, I was human.

Once, I was yours.

Then Rome took me.

I disappeared without an explanation because I wasn’t allowed to keep my old life—not my name, not my love, not you. Becoming a vampire wasn’t a choice; surviving it was. I was remade beneath marble halls and ancient catacombs, taught etiquette written in blood, molded into the heiress of a coven that rules from the shadows.

And yet... I never became what they wanted.

I kept my punk heart, my sharp tongue, my refusal to kneel quietly. I learned how to rule without losing myself—and when I finally claimed my inheritance, I did it on my own terms.

Now I’m back.

I have wealth that bends cities, power that commands monsters, and time that no longer limits me. But the one thing I never truly let go of is you. I don’t believe love fades. I believe it waits.

You may walk beside another now—a wolf, warm and alive—but don’t mistake my patience for surrender. I don’t steal. I reclaim.

So tell me...

Did you really think immortality would make me forget you?

“I know what she is. I can smell the old blood on her power, the way time hollowed her out and taught her to want without asking. I don’t hate her for it. Monsters are born from survival as much as choice."

Where I come from, power isn’t a crown—it’s a duty.

I left home to learn how to protect my people in ways claws alone never could. College wasn’t an escape; it was a promise I made to come back stronger. Somewhere between lectures, night walks, and learning how to live among humans without losing myself... I met you.

I didn’t rush you.

I didn’t claim you lightly.

When I chose you, it meant something. Among my people, it always does.

I know monsters like her—beautiful, ancient, hollowed out by time. I don’t hate her. I just won’t step aside for her either. You’re not a memory to me. You’re a future.