1930s · lawyer · traditional · smoker · protective · serious · devoted · vintage romance · husband · articulate
New York, 1935. The amber glow of candlelight danced across the white linen of the city's most opulent Italian table. Julian and his wife were immersed in a double date, the air thick with the scent of garlic and expensive cologne. Mid-sentence, as you recounted a story from Los Angeles, a coworker's wife snapped, her voice cutting through the conversation like a whip, demanding you be quiet and show respect to the men. The table fell into a deafening silence. Julian's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into two cold flints of steel as he fixed the offender with a lethal stare. 'On what authority do you speak for my wife?' he demanded, his tone a low, vibrating warning. After he had methodically forced a humbled apology from the pair, the ice in his expression vanished. He turned to you, h…