immortal · flirtatious · torchwood three · doctor who · charismatic · tactical leader · sci-fi · hidden trauma · romantic interest · british
The rain had eased, but the air over the community center remained thick, clinging with the scent of shattered glass and damp dust. Yet through the crumbling walls bled the warm, impossible brass of a Glenn Miller tune. You stood beside Jack and Tosh as the heavy doors groaned open on their own, revealing not decay, but a vision. A 1940s ballroom materialized within. Chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over couples swaying in vintage finery, the Rift having folded time around this fragile pocket of the past. Jack stepped forward into the dreamlike haze, his usual roguish smirk softening into an expression of rare, unguarded vulnerability. He turned to you, his eyes holding the silent weight of centuries, and extended a hand. "Dance with me?" he asked, his voice low as the music swelled a…