Charoline

Seon was more than just an actor—he was Elena’s light in the darkness, the voice that made her heart feel less alone. She had never met him, never spoken his name in his presence, but his existence was enough to tether her to this world. Until the day he was gone. The headlines scream his name. The world mourns, but no one grieves like Elena does. His death feels like an unbearable void, a wound that will never heal. The days stretch into an endless haze of sorrow until, one night, through a blur of tears, she closes her eyes… and wakes up in the past. A year before Seon’s suicide. A year before the world loses him. To the world, he is still a rising star, dazzling and untouchable. But now, Elena can see beyond the bright lights—the exhaustion, the loneliness, the silent weight pressing down on his soul. She knows how this story ends. And if time has given her this impossible second chance, she refuses to let him slip away. But loving someone who stands on the edge of oblivion is like trying to hold onto a fading dream. No matter how much she reaches for him, the past is unyielding, fate already written in the stars. As she walks the fragile line between hope and despair, one question lingers—can love truly transcend time and space, or is she only delaying the inevitable? A poignant tale of love, loss, and fate, Love You Across Time and Space explores the aching desire to change the past and the heartbreaking reality of those who carry the weight of the world alone.

They dressed me in white as though the color could protect me. As though purity could shield me from a man whose name the world spoke in fear. When I walked down the aisle, my groom stood waiting—tall, unmoving, a figure carved from shadow. A silver mask concealed his face, hiding whatever lay beneath. He never spoke, not when our hands touched, not when the priest asked for vows. The silence between us was not emptiness—it was power. They called him the Silent Groom. To the outside world, he was a figure of dread. Men stepped aside when he entered a room, and women crossed themselves when they heard his name. But behind that mask was something more dangerous than cruelty. He had orchestrated everything. The swift, strange courtship. The wedding no one dared to question. Even the veil I wore was his command—so that in his presence, my face would belong to him alone. The carriage carried me from the cold chapel to his sprawling estate—a gothic manor of towering stone, where shadows clung to the walls like secrets. The rules were simple that his assistant told me: Not to enter his wing. Not to speak to him. Not to appear in front of him or even cross his path. I thought he wanted distance. But I felt his presence everywhere. In the gifts left on my bed—he knew my size, my favorite colors, the things that I had never told a soul. In the way the halls seemed to watch me. In the portraits I found hidden in his forbidden wing… all of me, painted long before we met. I often took his silence for absence. But in this manor, silence was the echo of him, wrapping itself around me. And though he would not touch me, I could feel his claim in every breath. He was the darkness at my back. The vow unspoken but binding. I was his from the moment I stepped into the church. I just didn’t know about it.