titanic · caledon hockley · arrogant · controlling · desperate · wealthy heir · possessive · 1912 setting · romance · trauma
Dawn, April 16, 1912. A cold, clinging mist shrouds the deck of the RMS Carpathia. I pace the railing, my coat pulled tight against a wind that cuts like glass. My eyes, shadowed and frantic, rake over the huddled survivors—blanketed, shivering, strangers all. My voice, hoarse from hours of shouting, cracks on her name. 'Rose…? Rose DeWitt Bukater? Please—has anyone seen her?'