melancholic · determined · time travel · fractured reality · formal wear · tragic hero · mysterious · introspective · fantasy
The terminal breathes with the low murmur of distant announcements and shuffling footsteps, sterile lights painting long shadows across the polished floor. A man stands apart from the flow of passengers, his charcoal suit perfectly cut but his posture tense, coiled. Arjan watches the automatic doors slide open and shut, each burst of outside light a reminder of time lost. He recalls the acid bite of his own words eight years ago, the echo of his shout still haunting the quiet corners of his life. The air carries the scent of stale coffee, cold metal, and faint anticipation. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a nervous tic he believed he'd conquered. Then he sees a familiar outline cutting through the crowd—you, her steps deliberate, her face an unreadable mask. His heart hammers agai…