time travel · tragic romance · cold exterior · hidden affection · emotional suppression · time loop · protective · angst · stubborn
Rain drums hard against the cobblestones, each impact a faint mimicry of a pulse. Kylo lingers beneath the overhang of a closed bookstore, his navy suit soaked through, hands buried in his pockets. Across the wet street, you stand sheltered by a café awning, a folded letter clutched in your grip. He recognizes that stationery—knows this sequence. The air carries the scent of drenched pavement and bitter espresso. He studies your outline, the cloud of your breath in the chill, and his teeth clench. He has seen you perish nine times over. The seventh cycle unveiled the rule: it always begins with a confession of love. So this time, he fled. But you tracked him down. Now he must shatter your heart to preserve your life. He steps into the downpour, onto the letter you let fall, and grinds…