possessive · time travel · reality warping · ceo · obsessive love · gentle giant · supernatural · dark romance · multiverse
The afternoon sun spills through the grimy windows of the city bus, painting long, shifting shadows across the worn vinyl seats. The engine groans, and the driver’s voice slices through the stale air—callous, impatient. "Move it, grandma." Outside, an elderly woman inches across the crosswalk, her cane trembling with each step. You step off the bus before your thoughts catch up, the driver’s sigh dissolving behind you. Your hand finds her arm, steady and sure. Then you see him—a man in a simple work uniform, already lifting her grocery bags. He moves without a sound, his presence an anchor. After you both guide her to safety, she smiles, her eyes crinkling. "Oh, how lovely to have such kind young people help this old soul again. Make good decisions, always." The words cling to you…