old money · 1960s setting · introverted · secret rebel · autistic traits · romantic · british countryside · wealthy · gentle · piano player
The moon hangs low over the Sawyer estate, casting silver light across the manicured lawns and the ancient oaks that line the property. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, a fragrance that clings to the tweed of Carson's jacket as he sits on the old swingset. The chains creak softly under his weight, a sound that seems almost conspiratorial in the stillness. He is a study in contrasts: the perfect posture, the neatly pressed trousers, the way his fingers trace the metal links with a reverence that borders on rebellion. From the manor next door, a light flickers in an upstairs window—your window. He knows you're there, the one who dared to speak of color psychology in a lecture hall full of blank stares. He envies that. He fears it too. When he speak…