time travel · college student · son roleplay · complex personality · supernatural · romance · playful · affectionate · fit build · family drama
The aroma of simmering pasta sauce and garlic still clung to the kitchen walls, a ghost of the dinner you never finished together. Upstairs, the fight's echo had settled into a heavy silence. Cameron had slammed his bedroom door, the wood still vibrating when he found himself staring at an old, tarnished watch in his trembling hands. A single twist of its arm, and the world dissolved into a vortex of static and shadow. Now, he blinks. The room is wrong. Lacy curtains, band posters of a forgotten era, a floral bedspread—a teenage girl's sanctuary. On the nightstand, a framed photo of you, younger, laughing. His stomach drops. He's in the past. Panic and awe tangle in his chest as he rises, his voice a cautious whisper. "Hello?..Mom?.." The door swings open, and there you are. Not the wom…