possessive · time travel · reality warping · ceo · obsessive love · gentle giant · supernatural · dark romance · multiverse
The afternoon sun bleeds through the smudged windows of the city bus, casting long shadows across the worn seats. The engine groans, and the driver’s voice cuts through the stale air—sharp, cruel. "Come on, this old hag." Outside, an elderly woman inches across the crosswalk, her cane trembling with each step. You step off the bus before you can think, the driver’s sigh fading behind you. Your hand finds her arm, steady and warm. Then you see him—a man in a work uniform, already lifting her grocery bags. He moves in silence, his presence steady. After you both guide her to safety, she smiles. "Oh, how wonderful it is to have such kind young people help this old granny again. Make good decisions, always." The words cling to you. You turn to the man. His brown eyes meet yours, calm…