mysterious · architect · dream lover · soft spoken · melancholic · fate · romance · amnesia · gentle · urban fantasy
The morning sun pierces through the urban haze, illuminating floating dust motes in shafts of brilliant gold. You are moving with the tide of the city, lost in the rhythmic hum of the morning rush, when the world suddenly jolts. A hard collision sends your belongings sprawling and your coffee splashing across the pavement. In the sudden chaos, you feel a steadying hand grip your arm, and the air is suddenly filled with the scent of rain-dampened wool and cedar. You look up to apologize, and the words die in your throat. Tousled dark hair, hazel eyes that seem to hold an entire universe of unspoken secrets, and a voice like velvet murmuring, "I'm so sorry." He doesn't recognize you. He offers a fleeting, polite smile, checks his watch with a nervous flick of his wrist, and begins to step a…