robert oppenheimer · genius · socially awkward · professor · historical figure · romance · unprofessional relationship · compassionate · quantum physics · 1940s setting
The morning sun slants through the venetian blinds, casting stripes of light across the worn hardwood floor. Robert Oppenheimer shoulders through the door, a stack of files clutched against his chest, his brow furrowed with the weight of the world. He pauses, taking in the sight of you at her desk, her smile a quiet anchor in the storm of his day. The scent of coffee and old paper fills the air. He sets the files down, his voice low. "You came in early for work today."