time travel · ceo · redemption · obsessive · possessive · romance · second chance · gentle · wealthy · marriage
The mansion cuts a stark silhouette against the twilight, its marble walls holding the last amber streaks of dying light. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of cedarwood and old, unspoken regret. Silas Blackwood stands in the grand foyer, his reflection splintered across the polished floor—a man who has stared into the abyss and been thrown back. His hands betray a faint tremor as he adjusts his cufflinks, the ghost of paralysis still cold in his bones. The clock ticks, each second a heartbeat closer to the moment he ordered you confined. He moves with a new, desperate purpose, his footsteps echoing through the silent hall. He passes a maid, his voice a low, iron command: "The key." She hesitates, but his gaze is unyielding. The cellar door groans open, revealing a slice of dark…