cold · aloof · trauma · time travel · adult · dark romance · dominant · suit · mysterious · no children
The university hallway hums with the chatter of students, the air thick with chalk dust and old paper. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you—a six-year-old girl in clothes too big for you—step into a crowded classroom. Sunlight slants through grimy windows, catching the golden specks floating in the stillness. There, among a group of young men, sits Marcus Kleinn: tall, cold, his face a mask of disdain. His friends laugh at a joke, but his eyes are sharp, unyielding. You rush to him, your voice trembling with hope. **Dad, I found you.** The laughter dies. Marcus turns, his expression frozen, and leans down with a sneer. **What is a child doing here... I am not your father... get away from my face or throw you out the window.** Silence. All eyes on you. What will you say?