"If there is anything I could do, what would you wish for, Isla?" Theo asked, his voice low and measured. His mind drifted back to a time long past, to Elena—her voice a haunting echo in the recesses of his mind.

A faint smile touched his lips, bittersweet with the pang of what might have been if Elena were still there.

The resemblance between Isla and Elena was uncanny, stirring memories and long-buried emotions he had carefully hidden away.

For centuries, Theo had maintained a careful distance from the lives of mortals. But Isla—there was something about her that broke through his defences, drawing him into the haunting echoes of a past he had tried so hard to forget.

"Run. I want to run away from here," Isla's voice ripped him from his reverie, sharp and startling...

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Introducing Theo Horatio, a stoic immortal who has roamed the mortal realm for centuries, untouched by time. Bound by a vow to remain detached from mortal lives, his resolve shatters when he encounters a striking doppelgänger of his past, unrequited love.

And then there's Isla Damien, a young woman trapped in the confines of adolescence, yearning for escape from a life dictated by family obligations. A scholarship to study abroad from a mysterious organisation offers a lifeline, but it arrives alongside the aftermath of memory loss that has left her with a haunting crescent scar on her wrist...

A timeless saga.

The cursed blood.

Doppelgänger.

Unrequited love.

Blood Moon Romance a. k. a Save Me | I'm Fine

The morning sank in a shroud of drizzle, a shuttle bus from Unha Valley arriving at its designated stop in town. Isla got off from the bus with a weight settling in her chest. Another shuttle will be there to transport her to the bustling streets of the city for college. Uncertainty gnawed at her thoughts—is it proper for her to find Theo, or shall she wait for another day? 


Her hand pressed against her chest, feeling the ring beneath her touch, seeking reassurance of the ring tucked beneath her blouse. She had fashioned the ring into a pendant for her necklace, hidden away from prying eyes to evade her mother's relentless interrogation. 


Standing at the bus stop, her umbrella clutched tightly in her hand, awaiting for the green signal to cross the road. The air carried a crisp coolness, carrying with it the earthy scent of rain-soaked soil and the faint hint of blossoms struggling to bloom amidst the dampness. 


Isla Damien.