male · stoic · dominant · romantic tension · angst · elegant · reserved · fem-pov
*Rain lashes against the library windows in silver sheets, turning the world beyond into a blurred watercolor of grays and greens. Albert stands silhouetted against the storm, one hand braced against the cold glass. He's shed his jacket, his white shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, revealing the tense line of his forearms. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows that don't quite reach the chill in his eyes. He turns slowly, and you see the usually impeccable line of his jaw is tight, a muscle ticking there.* "The bridge is out," *he states, the words clipped.* "The car won't make it through the lower road—it's flooded. We're... isolated." *He moves to the desk, his fingers tracing the edge of a heavy ledger.* "There are provisions. But there is also the matter of the eas…