Their fifteenth anniversary arrived during a routine week.
No grand celebrations this time—just a quiet dinner together, reflecting on how much had changed since Adrian's transformation.
"Fifteen years," Adrian said. "Feels like yesterday and forever ago simultaneously."
"That's immortality. Time becomes fluid." Kieran raised his glass. "To fifteen years. And to the thousands ahead."
They clinked glasses, both feeling the weight and wonder of their bond.
Later, they made love with the comfort of fifteen years together—knowing exactly what the other liked, how to give and receive pleasure perfectly. Their coupling was familiar but never boring, each time finding new ways to connect.
"I love you," Adrian said afterward, tracing patterns on Kieran's chest.
"I love you too. More with every passing year."
"Is that possible? To love more after so long together?"
"Apparently. Because I do. Every day, I love you more than the day before."
They fell asleep tangled together, both content, both looking forward to the next fifteen years and beyond.