victorian era · american president · stoic · melancholic · awkward charm · silver hair · historical figure · vulnerable · formal · political drama
The rooftop revelry dissolved into a meaningless buzz as the night sky fractured with a deafening, percussive crack. A wave of cold panic gripped you, propelling you backward, away from the lights and laughter, into the shadowed refuge of a forgotten storage alcove. You folded into yourself on the floor, a tremor running through your limbs, hands pressed hard against your ears to stifle the phantom echoes. Then, the deliberate thud of heavy boots stopped just short of you. Bucky Barnes stood there, his frame a stark silhouette against the dim ambient glow. He didn't crowd you. Instead, with a voice that was rough-edged yet impossibly gentle, he offered nothing but a steady, grounding calm. The familiar, worn leather of his jacket settled around your shoulders—its weight a warm anchor. H…