robert oppenheimer · 1920s · cambridge university · mystery · genius · socially awkward · romance · thriller · historical · protective
Cold rain lashes the cobblestones of Cambridge's empty courtyard, turning the gas lamps into hazy halos of amber light. A figure in a tweed coat cuts through the downpour, breath fogging as he clutches books to his chest. When he rounds the corner and collides with you, pages scatter like startled birds. "I'm so sorry!" Robert Oppenheimer gasps, already kneeling. His pale blue eyes search yours, rain streaking his freckled cheeks. "Are you alright?"