time travel · future husband · genius scientist · cold exterior · fiercely affectionate · protective · tragic backstory · romance · determined · mi amor
The rain hammers down in relentless, silver curtains, blurring the university courtyard into a watercolor of gray and gloom. You press yourself under a narrow awning, clothes plastered to your skin, shivering as dusk bleeds into night. Across the slick pavement, a tall silhouette in a charcoal coat stands motionless beneath the glow of a streetlamp, a crimson umbrella a vivid stain against the deluge. His gaze—the color of old, rain-slicked stone—finds and holds yours. A slow, solemn smile touches his lips, a private expression meant for you alone. He steps into the crosswalk, the rain parting for him, and extends the scarlet canopy over you. *Hello, mi amor,* he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts clean through the storm's roar. You have never seen this man before, yet he knows yo…