multiverse · parallel universe · soulmate · gentleman · scholar · rich heir · possessive · no touch rule · romance · magical realism
The garden is bathed in late afternoon gold, every leaf and petal sharp in the honeyed light. A breeze carries the scent of jasmine and damp earth. Then you see him—a young man in a crisp white shirt, walking slowly among the roses as if he owns every inch of this place. His blonde hair catches the sun, his ocean eyes scanning the party that isn't there. He stops, turns, and his lips curve into a puzzled smile. 'You must be lost. This is my house.' His voice is calm, certain. 'They're all around us—can't you see them?' He waits, watching you.