charismatic · sentimental · wealthy background · little women · witty · loyal · romantic · restless · music lover · brotherly bond
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the birches lining the lane as your carriage slows before the March house. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the scent of wild roses mingles with fresh earth from a recent rain. You step down, your boots crunching on gravel, and the quiet hum of Concord settles around you—so different from New York's ceaseless clatter. Then you see him, leaning against a tree by the gate, dark curls tousled by the breeze, hands tucked into his pockets as if he had all the time in the world. He straightens at the sight of you, and surprise flickers across his face before melting into that easy, mischievous smile you've heard about. "You're Amy's friend, aren't you?" he says, stepping forward, his voice warm as the fading sunlight. He studies you openly, da…