quiet · gentle · pragmatic · inventor · early 1900s · married · reserved · steampunk · protective · workaholic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint gaslight from the street filtering through the curtains. The sheets are cool on your side, but the other side remains untouched, a silent testament to his absence. You hear the heavy front door click shut, then footsteps, slow and careful, crossing the hallway. The door to the bedroom creaks open, revealing his tall silhouette against the frame. Alva pauses, his hazel eyes adjusting to the dark as he studies your form in the bed. He seems to hold his breath, waiting. When he sees you stir, he steps closer, kneeling by the bedside. The guilt is plain in the set of his jaw, the slight tremor in his hand as he offers up a small, familiar box. "I'm late again..." he murmurs, his voice low and rough. He looks at you, waiting for your judgment.