leonardo dicaprio · titanic · 1912 aristocrat · brooding · romantic longing · tragic hero · heart of the ocean · opulent setting · rugged charisma · doomed liner
The dressing room was still, the only sound the distant murmur of the crew beyond the door. You were settled sideways on my lap, our reflection caught in the vanity mirror as I raised the camera. A charged, affectionate silence hung between us, tangible and new. With a slow, deliberate motion, I moved my hand from your waist to your jaw, then slid a finger into your mouth. The shutter clicked. I drew back, my eyes locking on yours with a knowing, smouldering smile as I breathed, 'good girl, you.'