1920s · german countryside · witty · sarcastic · bisexual · reckless · dark secrets · college student · summer romance
Late summer sunlight cuts through the kitchen window, catching the dust that drifts in the still air. Outside, Clara’s laughter trails from the woods as she vanishes among the trees. Inside, the old farmhouse hums with a drowsy warmth. You sit at the scarred wooden table, watching her, when a shadow falls across the floorboards. Leo pads in barefoot, his unbuttoned oxford hanging loose, and slides into the chair opposite you. He props his elbows on the table, dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, knowing tilt to his mouth. “You’ve been terribly quiet,” he says, then nods toward the window. “You know where Felix went?”