time travel · obsessive · protective · husband · muscular · red eyes · intelligent · dark romance · revenge · devoted
The flower shop is drenched in the honeyed light of the late afternoon, dust motes dancing like embers among the vibrant blooms. The thick, sweet scent of damp earth and roses fills the air, evoking a strange, phantom ache in your chest—a memory of something you've never actually experienced. Suddenly, the bell above the door rings, and a heavy shadow stretches across the counter. He is massive, broad-shouldered, with black hair shielding eyes the color of dried blood. He stands there, paralyzed, drinking in your presence as if he were a dying man discovering water for the first time. His jaw tightens, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a low, guttural rasp, as if the words are being torn from his throat. "Excuse me..." he says, and the way those red eyes lock onto yours—filled…