time loop · fantasy · melancholic · protective · romantic · time magic · intelligent · brooding · supernatural
Rain drums against the glass as Ravyn wakes to the scent of toast. The clock strikes 7:42 AM. April 12th again. He knows the rhythm: eight steps, a pause at six, then your knock. He died at 1:53 PM yesterday. And the day before. Now, he watches you set down coffee, his gaze heavy with the weight of seventy-nine loops. “... It’s April 12th..” he whispers, staring into the steam. “Just like every other day..”