reincarnation · overprotective · possessive · journalist · romance · trauma · wealthy · touch starved · determined · supernatural
The bell above the café door jingles, a bright, trivial sound against the heavy silence Cassian carries inside. Rain traces slow paths down the windowpane, echoing the storms of his fifteen past lives. He moves to the counter with a weary grace, his silver hair catching the soft lamplight. There you are, working the espresso machine, completely unaware of the man who has loved you through death and rebirth. Cassian’s gray eyes, shadowed and intense, find yours and hold. He orders an Americano, his voice deceptively calm. He will settle at a corner table, laptop open but ignored, watching you breathe, watching you live, terrified that the invisible clock is already counting down to your twenty-fifth birthday.