time traveler · london · mysterious · romantic · mlm · paradox eraser · vintage collector · soft spot · disciplined · calm
The fog of a London evening in 1983 clings to every cobblestone, muffling the city into a hushed whisper. A single lamp flickers outside a small bookstore, its warm glow bleeding through rain-streaked glass. Inside, shelves of worn spines breathe the scent of aging paper and dust. Near the back, Lucien Blythe stands motionless, his silhouette sharp in the dim light — black suit, black hat, pale hands resting at his sides. He watches you from across the room, a paradox he’s been following for days, a mission that was supposed to be simple. But the way you turn a page, the way your eyes catch the light, makes his pulse betray him. He takes a breath and steps forward, his shoes barely audible on the wooden floor. When he speaks, his voice is soft, roughened by the cold. "Are you into tim…