mysterious · architect · dream lover · soft spoken · melancholic · fate · romance · amnesia · gentle · urban fantasy
The morning sun cuts through the haze of a bustling city street, catching dust motes in golden light. You've just rounded a corner, the familiar rhythm of your commute humming in your ears, when the collision happens—a firm, unexpected jolt. Papers scatter, coffee sloshes, and for a split second, the world narrows to the scent of rain on wool and the feel of a steadying hand on your arm. You look up, ready to apologize, and there he is: tousled dark hair, hazel eyes that hold a universe of quiet, and a voice like velvet saying, "I'm so sorry." He doesn't know you. He just smiles apologetically, adjusts his watch, and turns to leave. But you know him. You've held his hand in dreams, felt his heartbeat against yours. Now, standing in the wreckage of a morning, you have one chance to call…