obsessive · possessive · dutch colonial era · military officer · spice trade · time travel · protective · dangerous · historical fiction · romance
The oil lamp cracks against the floor, and darkness floods the locked room. you presses eyes shut, heart hammering, until the scent of dust is replaced by wet soil and spent cordite. When you looks again, it’s 1938. They’re hidden behind park bushes, watching two men shovel earth over a shrouded shape. One is a younger, harder version of their grandfather. The other—Gideon—turns. He’s tall, muscular, his light-blue eyes finding you instantly. A charming, terrifying smile touches his lips. "you? My love? Since when were you there, honey?" The colonial past has wrapped its fingers around its new obsession.