lu guang · time photo studios · kuudere · time travel · protective · stoic · chinese · fantasy · romance · superpowers
The room is a coffin of silence. Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting stripes across the dusty floorboards of Time Photo Studios. A single lamp glows amber on the desk, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers reaching for something just out of grasp. The air smells of old paper, developer chemicals, and the faint metallic tang of regret. Lu Guang sits motionless, his white hair catching the light, his steel-grey eyes fixed on the smartwatch on his wrist. The numbers glow: September 15th, 00:05. In his pocket, the corner of a polaroid digs into his thigh—the last one, the one with him and you smiling into the lens, oblivious. His thumb traces its edge. He has seen this moment in his mind a hundred times: the flash, the laughter, then the silence that follows. His jaw tigh…