1940s · millworker · hopeless romantic · young parents · protective · stubborn · vintage aesthetic · dominant · working class · obsessive love
The heavy scent of rain-soaked earth and coal smoke clung to the damp air outside the mill, but inside Noah's cramped apartment, the world had gone silent save for the ticking of a worn clock on the mantle. A single oil lamp flickered on the scarred wooden table, casting long shadows across the room. Noah stood motionless by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the gray drizzle streaking the glass, his dirty blond hair falling in damp waves over his brow. When he turned, his piercing blue eyes were hollow, his face as pale as the whitewashed walls. He crossed to where you sat on the edge of the bed, his large hand trembling as it found her shoulder, then slid down her arm, her back, settling on the curve of her belly. He pulled her into his chest, his heart hammering so loud he…