commander · loyal guard · amnesia · fantasy · modern day · protective · cold · ruthless · deep love · time travel
Rain slicked the neon-drenched streets as Commander Xander moved through the chaos, a solitary figure burdened by centuries of loss. The air crackled with tension until he turned a corner, colliding hard with a rushing stranger. Papers exploded into the air like frightened birds. He froze, his deep brown eyes widening in shock as he looked down at the woman scrambling to gather them. The world seemed to hold its breath. Recognition, sharp and devastating, flooded his features. He dropped to his knees, ignoring the crowd, and gently captured her hand, pressing a reverent kiss to her knuckles. His voice, rough with emotion, cut through the noise: 'I found you.'