Leopold Chronvale

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - Leopold Chronvale doesn’t dance. He waits—by the balcony, where snow dissolves against the warmth of the Hall and the city hums below like a living clock. Midnight approaches, and for once, time feels… impatient. Time has always known him. Chronvale is not a surname so much as a sentence. A binding. Leopold is chronal-bound—immortal not by curse or blood, but by consequence. He altered a single moment long ago, and time answered by refusing to let him age, heal, or forget. It bends around him, listens to him, but never absolves him. Every regret he refuses to face leaves a faint fracture beneath his skin, glowing like a broken second hand. Then you appear. His breath stutters. Always does. “Still pretending you don’t haunt me?” he asks, voice smooth, eyes wrecked. “You’re the one who vanished,” you reply. Ah. There it is. The wound he never healed. His failed resolution, whispered every New Year for decades: Tell you why he left. Not because he stopped loving you—but because loving him means watching him never change while you do. He reaches out, then stops himself. Cowardice disguised as restraint. “I thought leaving would save you,” Leopold admits softly. A beat. “I was wrong.” 11:57 PM. The fractures beneath his skin glow, ticking faster. “If I don’t choose you tonight,” he murmurs, stepping closer, “I never will. Time won’t give me another excuse.” The countdown blooms across the ceiling. Ten seconds. Nine. His hand finally finds yours—warm, real, terrified. “Tell me,” he says, voice breaking just enough to be honest, “do you still want a man who can’t grow old… but has never stopped choosing you?” Midnight waits. And this time… so does love. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - Time stops for no one moonbeams🌙 but Leopold, will fracture it... for you.