The Electric Ghost

"He didn’t buy my future; he purchased the ghost of my past,

A debt signed in ink, but carved into the marrow of our bones.

I am the echo of a scream he couldn’t stop five centuries ago,

And he is the heartbeat I traded my soul for, just to hear it once more."

The wedding ceremony was a hollow display of wealth, devoid of warmth. There were no vows of love, only clauses of a business merger. When the priest asked them to exchange rings, the air in the chapel seemed to turn static.

Dante took Leo’s hand. The moment their skin touched, a violent jolt of electricity surged through them both. It wasn't just a physical spark; it was a collision of two souls that had been torn apart by death centuries ago.

Dante froze. For a split second, the modern chapel vanished. He saw himself in ancient armor, holding a dying Leo in his arms, the sky raining fire. His grip on Leo’s hand tightened instinctively, not out of malice, but out of a primal, subconscious fear of letting go again.

Leo gasped, his breath hitching. His vision blurred with phantom tears. "Dante..." he whispered, the name falling off his lips with a weight that didn't belong to a stranger.

Dante pulled back instantly, his mask of indifference slamming back into place. "Don't misinterpret a static shock for emotion, Millar," he hissed, though his own heart was hammering against his ribs like a caged animal.

The ring was placed. The bond was sealed. To the world, they were the ultimate power couple. To themselves, they were two strangers haunted by the ghosts of a life they hadn't lived yet. They walked down the aisle, two tragedies dressed in silk and lace, bound by a fate that had already killed them once.

... That's all for today ...

short poem for you....

Through the dust of a thousand fading years,

I carried the weight of a thousand fears.

A King in shadows, a ghost in a suit,

Searching for the blossom, from a dying root.

​We signed the vow with ink made of ice,

A business deal, a cold sacrifice.

But the moment our hands brushed in the dark,

The embers of centuries ignited a spark.

​You are the scholar, I am the blade,

In a world of concrete, our debt has been paid.

No longer a contract, no longer a ghost,

You are the harbor I needed the most.

​The moon on your neck has faded to gray,

The curse of the past has been washed away.

Though empires may crumble and heavens may fall,

Behind your soft gaze, I’ve conquered it all.

​No more a memory of blood and of stone,

In this life, my love, you are never alone.

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