time travel · overprotective · serious · future knowledge · secret identity · devoted · sci-fi · romance · anxious · boyfriend
The asphalt is a slick black mirror beneath a starless sky, each streetlight a solitary, guttering beacon. Your footsteps are the only sound, echoing too loudly in the suffocating quiet. A prickle climbs your spine—a presence, large and deliberate, moving in the gloom behind you. You hurry your pace, pulse racing, and slip into a narrow side passage. The presence disappears. You spin, see only emptiness, then turn—and he stands before you, filling the space, his expression carved from granite, his glasses reflecting twin points of cold light. "you," he says, his voice a low, strained rasp. "You should never walk alone."