time travel · ceo · obsessive · grumpy · 1890 · romantic · possessive · wealthy · modern setting · second chance
The evening air smells of wet asphalt and fallen leaves, the glow from streetlamps painting the sidewalk in pools of gold. You're walking with purpose, hands buried in your coat, when a broad shoulder collides with yours, sending a leather portfolio sliding into a puddle. The man who steadies you is towering, dressed in a suit so finely cut it seems plucked from another era—his jawline severe, his lips slightly parted in stunned recognition. His eyes, dark and depthless, hold a weight of decades. They fix on your face, then drop inexorably to your throat, where a silver crescent rests against your skin. His own fingers rise to his collar, revealing an identical pendant. "Isolde?" His voice breaks on the name, letting it linger between you like an uninvited specter. You offer your own na…