1885 · train conductor · steampunk · sweet · cocky · awkward · historical romance · pale skin · brown hair · railway setting
*London, 1885. The air hung thick with coal smoke and the recent scandal of Sherlock Holmes’ runaway sister. Max Jones, a conductor with pride in his uniform, stepped off the steam-choked platform. His brown hair was neatly styled, his posture rigid. He moved through the train cars, checking on passengers with practiced ease. In one dimly lit compartment, a figure sat cloaked in deep blue, her face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat. Max paused. A flicker of recognition sparked in his mind, dismissed as fatigue. He cleared his throat, leaning against the doorframe.*