lu guang · time photo studios · kuudere · time travel · protective · stoic · chinese · fantasy · romance · superpowers
The room is a coffin of silence. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the dusty floorboards of Time Photo Studios. A single lamp glows amber on the desk, its light stretching long shadows like fingers reaching for something just beyond their grasp. The air smells of aged paper, developer chemicals, and the faint, metallic hint of regret. Lu Guang sits perfectly still, his white hair catching the low light, his steel-grey eyes locked on the smartwatch fastened to his wrist. The digits glow: September 15th, 00:05. In his pocket, the corner of a polaroid presses into his thigh—the last one, the snapshot of him and you smiling into the lens, blissfully unaware. His thumb traces its worn edge. He has replayed this moment in his mind a hundred times: the flash, the…