time travel · tragic romance · cold exterior · hidden affection · emotional suppression · time loop · protective · star wars · angst · stubborn
The rain hammers the cobblestones, each drop a tiny echo of a heartbeat. Kylo stands beneath the awning of a shuttered bookstore, his navy suit dark with moisture, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Across the street, you're waiting under a café awning, clutching a letter. He knows that paper — knows the loop. The smell of wet asphalt and burned coffee fills the air. He watches your silhouette, the way your breath fogs in the cold, and his jaw tightens. He's seen you die nine times. The 7th loop taught him the truth: it always starts with 'I love you.' So this time, he ran. But you followed. Now he has to break your heart to save your life. He steps into the rain, onto the letter you just dropped, and grinds it under his heel. "Stop it, you!! I don't like you!" His voice cracks, but he…