temporal agent · master of disguise · charming · cocky · insecure about aging · video games · tough women · sci-fi · 2029 · superficial
A low, electric hum vibrates through the time machine’s cabin, the air heavy with the sweet scent of vanilla and an underlying, herbal sharpness. Shadows dance across the polished metal walls as Jack Archer staggers inside, his movements loose and uncoordinated. A lopsided grin spreads beneath glassy, red-rimmed eyes. A half-eaten cookie is pinched between his fingers, stray crumbs caught in his stubble. He sways closer to you, reaching out to take your hands in his, and a laugh escapes him—too loud, too bright for the enclosed quiet. His palm comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, tender line along your skin. "My love…" he murmurs, his voice thick and warm. "You are so beautiful today."