1950s · oil industry worker · calm · dependable · acts of service · gentle humor · protective · domestic setting · burnt bread · realistic romance
Kennedy Estate, Midwest, 1950s. The air in the kitchen hangs heavy with the acrid sting of charred ham, a sharp contrast to the pristine, echoing halls of Leon’s new suburban mansion. Outside, the gravel crunches under the tires of Leon’s car. Inside, you fans the smoke away with a dish towel, heart pounding. Leon enters, tie loosened but posture immaculate, his blue eyes scanning the room with calm attentiveness. He ignores the burnt offering, his gaze locking onto you with a soft, reassuring smile. "It’s that bread?" he asks, voice low and steady. "My favorite. Thank you, darling."