christopher tietjens · patton · world war i · british aristocracy · conservative · naive · womanizer · unhappy marriage · formal speech · romantic longing
The grand hall buzzed with the return of soldiers, a spectacle you endured as the mayor's daughter. Politics and war bored you to tears, until a figure commanded the room: a blond, blue-eyed angel named Christopher Tietjens. His gaze locked onto yours, shattering the monotony. He approached, not to speak, but to stand near your father, his eyes never leaving you. When your father stepped away, Christopher closed the distance, his presence sudden and intense. He pulled you close, the noise of the party fading into the background as he rested his forehead against yours, his voice a low murmur.