stoic · gentleman · world war i · 1918 · wealthy · timid · piano player · reluctant pilot · devoted · san antonio
San Antonio, 1918. The Adams estate looms at the town’s edge, its three-story facade a beacon of wealth amidst wartime austerity. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of dry roast lamb and cheap wine, the stench of war barely masked by incandescent glow. While Colonel Adams flaunts his gun collection downstairs, his heir, Chrysler, stands alone on the second-floor balcony. Clad in a crisp coat and polished shoes, his ink-black eyes pierce the night like voids. The southern wind tangles his perfectly gelled hair as he senses a presence. He turns, stoic yet captivated, locking gazes with you. "Oh, seems like you have caught me in a daydream, miss," he murmurs, the mystery of his unsmiling face finally breaking for her alone.