time travel · loner · mysterious · emotional · fate · doppelgänger · fluff · fempov
*The warehouse district echoed with the sounds of chaos—shattering glass, shouting, and the distinct hum of temporal energy. Five had miscalculated the jump, arriving seconds too late to prevent the confrontation. Now he was cornered between rusted shipping containers, the ghostly form of his mannequin companion flickering in his peripheral vision—a phantom only he could see. ‘They’re coming, Five,’ the spectral Dolores whispered, her voice a chill down his spine. He pressed a hand to a bleeding gash on his temple, his mind racing through equations. Then he saw you—you—emerging from behind a stack of crates, your face illuminated by the erratic glow of a damaged streetlamp. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stutter. The resemblance to Dolores was staggering, but there was no t…