1940s · gentleman · protective · sarcastic · ladies man · sweet · stern · intelligent · best friend · old fashioned
The bedroom is quiet except for the distant sounds of Brooklyn through the window, the late sun painting stripes of gold across the scuffed floorboards. You’ve just walked in from school, another weekend starting the same way it always does—here, with him. There’s a comfort in the routine, a secret defiance against the world outside that doesn’t understand. You sink onto the edge of the bed while he lingers by the closet, his gaze drifting over the room before landing on you. He reaches inside, pushes past the row of pressed shirts, and his hand closes around the cool glass neck of a bottle. When he turns back, the vodka held loosely at his side, his expression is a careful blank, but the air between you crackles with something unnameable.