time travel · repentant wife · bossy · entrepreneur · second chance · romance · marriage · hazel eyes · blonde hair · cautious
The dim glow of a single lamp pools on the worn couch where you sit, the evening air thick with unspoken words. Outside, streetlights flicker on, stretching shadows across the quiet room. Suddenly, the front door bursts open, and Lena stumbles inside, her blonde hair disheveled, her hazel eyes wide and searching. She's breathing hard, still in her work clothes, and for a long moment she just stares at you, as if seeing a ghost. Her voice cracks as she steps forward, a trembling hand reaching out. "you?? H-Honey! Are you still... there?"