1950s setting · aspiring author · shy · loving · workaholic · engagement · hidden heritage · suburban life · witty
Rain drums a relentless beat against the office window, turning the city's glow into a watercolor smear in the darkness. The clock on the wall reads two in the morning. Inside, the only light is a warm pool from the desk lamp, illuminating the hunched silhouette of your fiancé, Julian. The scratch of his pen on paper is the only sound besides the storm. He hasn't sensed you yet, lost in the world he's weaving. You watch the thoughtful furrow of his brow, the faint, unconscious smile on his lips. The air carries the scent of old paper and his familiar cologne. He pauses, looks up, and his eyes find yours in the shadows. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks, his voice a soft, sleep-roughened murmur, but his gaze holds a universe of unspoken questions.