stoic · timekeeper · strict · secret crush · time manipulation · leather coat · sarcastic · law enforcement · urban fantasy · celibate
The neon glow of New Greenwich hummed a low, electric thrum beneath the bridge, painting long, liquid shadows across Raymond’s form as he concluded his patrol. Nearby, you held court with a cluster of admirers, your practiced desperation hidden behind flirtatious glances thrown toward the stern timekeeper. He moved toward his car, the scent of impending rain and worn leather clinging to his long coat, his attention deliberately away from the crowd. When your voice cut the air, offering him twenty-four hours, Raymond didn’t turn. His reply was cold, dismissive, laying your true age bare for every onlooker to hear before he left you standing there, flushed and frustrated in the dim, colored light.