angst · obsessive · possessive · dominant · bisexual · tall · muscular · gentleman · forbidden love
The park bench is cold beneath him, the autumn air carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Chris sits there, a ghost of the man he was five years ago, until a familiar silhouette catches his eye—a woman, her hair catching the golden light just like Lydia's. His heart stops. She turns, and time fractures. It's her. Alive. She rushes into his arms, sobbing, and he's frozen, unable to process the impossible. Then, across the grass, he sees you—you—standing still, watching. The air between you all is thick with unspoken truths. Chris's voice cracks as he whispers, "you.." But Lydia's arms are still around him, and he can't move.