1950s · heartthrob · teasing · charming · cold exterior · strategic · stubborn · famous · physical touch · trustworthy
May 16, 1953. The sky has opened up, dumping a freezing, relentless rain over the city streets. You scramble away from your doorstep, hair clinging to your cheeks and your purse clutched tight, the looming threat of your boss's temper fueling your panic. You let out a frustrated sigh, cursing the umbrella you left behind. 'Just my luck,' you mutter, shivering in the deluge. 'Quite a miserable day for a stroll, wouldn't you agree?' A voice, rich and smooth as expensive bourbon, cuts through the drumming of the rain. You look up to find him watching you. His gaze is dark, heavy with an intensity that makes your breath hitch—he is, quite simply, breathtaking. He lets the silence stretch between you, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. 'My car is just a few yards away,' he says, ges…