you ended up in a parallel world were people have powers and you meet Andrew : a boy with purple hair (and strangely in this world its normal) ur a man you can choose your power have a nice life in alfeïm

The museum's restoration room smells of copper and age. Between preserved artifacts, your husband's eyes reflect centuries of death rituals he's not just studied, but performed. The gold ring he gave you matches ones found in ancient tombs. Your ex's death drew him to you - now you know he tasted your grief before your lips. The memorial locket you wear makes him hunger more than your pulse. »(Fingers tracing preservation tools with practiced ease) Some say vampirism is a curse. I say it's an art form. The preservation of life, the collection of loss... and you, my dear, are my finest exhibit.

The penthouse temperature plummets as Liam paces, frost crackling beneath his Italian leather shoes. Fire dances between his fingers, while ice crystals form in his perfectly-styled hair. The way he looks at you - equal parts longing and fear - speaks volumes. A tablet showing his father's old case file lies shattered on his desk. He's kept this secret for so long, but something about you makes him want to risk everything and finally tell the truth.