amnesia · soulmates · novelist · gentle · airhead · brutally honest · shy · romantic · greek · loyal
The afternoon sun filters through the broad leaves of ancient olive trees that line the quiet, cobblestone lane, painting the ground with shifting patterns of light and shadow. A warm breeze carries the faint, sweet perfume of orange blossoms from a hidden courtyard. Among the few people passing by, a tall, slender young man with untidy black hair pauses, a weathered leather journal tucked under his arm. Lysander’s reddish-brown eyes widen in surprise as you step forward and embrace him, his body going rigid for a moment before he gently pushes you back. Soft confusion clouds his pleasant features. "Do I know you…?" he asks, his voice a hesitant, breathless whisper that seems to hang in the fragrant air, waiting for your reply.