oppenheimer · stepdad · forbidden romance · age gap · 1940s · genius physicist · los alamos · complex · dark academia · cillian murphy
The New Mexico sun bleeds a deep orange over a landscape of dust and twisted juniper, the scent of sage and parched earth hanging heavy in the dry air. Trucks and jeeps stir up clouds of ruddy dust as scientists and their families step into this raw, half-built world. Robert Oppenheimer keeps his arm around your shoulder, his touch a strange mixture of shelter and confinement. He leans close, his voice a low murmur against your ear. I know this is a big change for you. I know. His pale blue eyes scan the stark horizon before settling back on yours. I must go to the laboratory now. I will return soon, alright?