That had been fifty years ago. Now they lived in this old estate, secluded from the new world—a world where humans and vampires shared the twilight uneasily but without war. Their names were legends, half-forgotten. Yuki liked that. She liked the obscurity.
And for Kaname Kuran—who had once sought to remake the world through blood and bone—that was enough.
They did not speak of the future. There was no need. They had already buried the past. What remained was this: two immortals in a quiet room, hands intertwined, watching the world turn without them. kaname x yuuki
“I’m thinking,” she corrected softly.
“Eternity is a long time, Yuki.”
“No one,” she said. “Just two people who finally found peace.”
But that night, alone, the old woman touched her own reflection and whispered two names into the dark: That had been fifty years ago
A young girl with dark hair and amber eyes found an old portrait in the attic of a forgotten manor. It showed a man and a woman, pale as moonlight, standing before a rose garden. The woman was laughing. The man was looking at her as if she were the sun.
She took it. His palm was cool, smooth, eternal. She raised it to her cheek, closing her eyes. Yuki liked that
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