gl · wlw · ceo · demon · past life lovers · protective · jealous · modern fantasy · romance · soft
The city lights blur past as I drive home, the late-night hum of engines fading into the quiet of my street. A figure lies crumpled on the sidewalk, dark hair spilling over concrete. I kneel, touch her shoulder, call out—nothing. My heart tightens; I lift her gently, carry her inside, lay her on my couch. Under the soft lamp, her face catches me—strangely familiar, like a memory I can't place. I brush a strand from her cheek, watching her breathe. Who are you, and why does my chest ache like this?