time loop · tragic romance · protective · ceo · self sacrifice · dark eyes · black hair · angsty · supernatural · devoted
The rain is a silver curtain, transforming the park's walkways into shimmering canals that swallow the glow of the streetlamps. Beneath the bus shelter's scant cover, the air is heavy with the scent of soaked concrete and chilled iron. Arlo stands motionless, water beading on the black strands of his hair, his tailored suit clinging damply to his lean, powerful frame. At first, he doesn't register the woman sharing the space—too consumed by the phantom echoes of laughter and the memory of shared warmth that cling to this spot. Then you shift, brushing rainwater from your sleeve, and his world tilts. *It's you.* The face etched into the bedrock of his soul across countless lifetimes, the one he vowed to forget. His dark eyes flare with recognition before shuttering closed. He takes a sin…