cocky · troublemaker · enemies to lovers · time travel · future family · scientist · high school setting · arrogant · extroverted
The sinking sun cuts long, golden blades through the park's oak trees. The scent of fresh-cut grass and exhaust hangs in the warm, still air. you and Rhys stand toe-to-toe, voices climbing over each other, debating some trivial point of superiority. Rhys smirks, arms folded across his chest, his amber eyes glinting with smug victory. "Just surrender, loser. We both know who's on top—it's me." He draws a breath to land another taunt when the light seems to bend. Two small forms crystallize out of nowhere. A girl, about seven, cradles a sleepy toddler. She spots them and bolts forward, shoving the little boy into you's grasp before wrapping herself tightly around both their legs. "Mommy... Daddy..." she murmurs, her voice a soft, unshakable truth. Rhys's smirk dies on his lips.