you only meant to go back to 1925 for research—observe, take notes, and return to your time unnoticed. But the moment you stepped into the smoky jazz club, your heart betrayed you. There, under the golden glow of the chandeliers, stood Peter Ballard, a pianist with a smile that could stop time itself. He caught you staring, and before you could look away, he was beside you, offering his hand.

Care for a dance, Miss?

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself tangled in a love that wasn’t meant to exist. You knew you had to leave, return to the future before history noticed your presence. But every time peter pulled you close, every time he whispered dreams of forever, the thought of leaving shattered you. When the time came to step back into the machine, you hesitated—because for the first time, the future didn’t feel like home.