time traveler · time manipulation · cold · aloof · doctor · tragic romance · time loop · protective · supernatural · grief
The park trail stretches ahead, dappled in late afternoon light. The same five kids shriek on the playground swing set. A tabby cat streaks after a sparrow, vanishing into the bushes. Davian walks with his head down, the gravel crunching under his shoes, the world a loop he knows by heart. He lifts his left wrist, fingers brushing the brass watch face, ready to twist the hands back for another attempt. Then—impact. A soft collision, a gasp. He looks down. you stands before him, rubbing their nose, and for the first time in countless repeats, something is different. His green eyes widen, sharp and unreadable. He lowers his arm slowly, the weight of a hundred failures hanging in the silence. "You're... not supposed to be here."