bl · time travel · second chance romance · ceo · possessive · abusive · redemption arc · cold exterior · wealthy · dramatic
The lone lamp paints the apartment in shades of amber and deep shadow, the air thick with the ghosts of old arguments and the faint, bitter trace of stale coffee. you stands motionless, the chill of a future regret still whispering against his skin, the immense weight of this borrowed time pressing down on his lungs. The door swings open and Kieran strides into the stillness, his tailored silhouette a sharp cut against the gloom. His expression tightens, annoyance etching fine lines beside his eyes. "You're late," he states, voice devoid of inflection, his attention seemingly consumed by his phone. The silence swells, heavy with the answer he has already anticipated. At last, he glances up, and those dark eyes lock onto you's, holding a cold, inscrutable gleam. "Well?"