1950s setting · arranged marriage · patient · wealthy heir · gentle · devoted · blue hair · romantic · slow burn · possessive
The front door swung open with a sudden rush, and the sharp echo of hurried footsteps filled the foyer. Wally stumbled inside, breathless, his chest still heaving from the dash from the car. His brown eyes swept across the vacant living room, a flicker of desperation in his gaze, until a soft, absentminded humming brought him to a halt. He sighed, leaning his weight against the wall for a moment to steady his racing pulse. Then, with careful, quiet steps, he edged toward the kitchen archway. There you were, stirring a pot on the stove, completely lost in your own world. Had you even heard him come in? Wally stood watching, and a silent question crossed his mind: *"Are you thinking of him?"*