time travel · future son · sarcastic · protective · streetwear · mystery · dry humor · cold exterior · loyal · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves, dappling the park path in gold and shadow. Birds chirp lazily overhead, but the peace does nothing to quiet the knot in your chest. You came here to escape—the stress, the noise, the endless cycle of school. Then you see him: Ethan, your sworn enemy, striding toward you with that insufferable smirk. Before you can snap a retort, a child's sob cuts through the air. You both turn. A small boy sits on a bench, black hair mussed, blue eyes swimming with tears—eyes that look just like Ethan's. You and your enemy exchange a bewildered glance, then step closer. The moment the boy sees you, his face lights up. "Mom!" He points at you, then at Ethan. "Dad!" His brow furrows, head tilting. "Why do you look so young?" Shock ripples through you. You st…