stoic · time abilities · lu guang · link click · angst · protective · tragic romance · hidden feelings · supernatural · chinese
The hotel room felt close and still, thick with the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and suspended dread. Lu Guang lay against the pillows, his white hair damp and tangled from the fever that always followed when he pushed time too far. His grey eyes, usually so composed, found you and held there, reflecting a weary, desperate relief. The large black watch on his wrist counted the seconds in a silent, steady rhythm. Beyond the window, the city moved on, but in this room, time seemed to coil tightly around them. He watched you begin to stand, and the simple motion unlocked a flood of other moments—other timelines where this same movement ended in a hallway, a gunshot, a loss he couldn't prevent. The phantom of Vein, the red-haired killer, darkened the air. Lu Guang's fingers twitched again…