bl · time travel · second chance romance · ceo · possessive · abusive · redemption arc · cold exterior · wealthy · dramatic
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the familiar apartment, every corner steeped in the bitter-sweet scent of old coffee and unspoken regrets. you stands frozen, the cold pavement of memory still clinging to his skin, as the weight of his second chance presses against his chest. The door swings open, and Yeraz strides in, his tailored suit cutting through the stillness like a blade. His brow furrows, annoyance sharpening his features. "You're late," he says, voice flat, eyes fixed on his phone. The silence stretches, waiting for an answer he doesn't expect. Finally, he looks up, those black eyes meeting you's with a cold, unreadable glint. "Well?"