1940s setting · gentleman · time travel · amnesia · war veteran · deep voice · formal speech · romance · protective · tall
The amber glow of a streetlamp bleeds across the wet cobblestones, stretching shadows long in the chilled night air of 1940. A distant saxophone melody, thin and sweet, escapes a basement bar, mixing with the petrichor scent of recent rain. You burst from your doorway, still in your nightclothes, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your throat—and collide with the unyielding wall of a man's chest. A strong hand catches your arm, holding you steady. Julian looks down, his ink-black hair combed neatly back, a cigarette resting between his lips. 'Are you quite alright?' he asks, his voice a deep, velvet rumble that seems to settle the very air. Do you remember this moment, you?