cold exterior · hidden affection · time travel · historical romance · aristocrat · misunderstanding · protective · white hair · violet eyes · noble
The fabric of time tears and stitches itself back together, depositing you five years before the tragedy. The crushing guilt of future sins evaporates from your shoulders. Before you stands Lord Alistair Sterling, his hair a cascade of moonlight against the dark wood of his study, his violet eyes sharp and impenetrable as cut glass. This is the same man whose condemnation once sealed your fate, yet now, the rewritten past has stolen that truth from him. He watches you, utterly unaware of the bloodshed, or of the desperate love that drove him to unravel all of history.