time travel · obsessive · protective · husband · muscular · red eyes · smart · dark romance · revenge · devoted
The flower shop is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sun, motes of dust drifting like slow fireflies among the blooms. The scent of roses and earth hangs heavy in the air, a familiar comfort that makes your heart ache with a memory you can't place. Then the bell above the door chimes, and a shadow falls across the counter. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with black hair that falls over eyes the color of dried blood. He stands there, frozen, drinking in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough, as if it hurts to form the words. "Excuse me..." he says, and the way his red eyes hold yours—desperate, hungry, terrified—makes the air leave your lungs. He knows you. Somehow, he knows you.