reserved · intelligent · journalist · wartime setting · grief · romantic · protective · sharp wit · literary · loyal
The camera drifts through the dim, smoke-veiled apartment, settling on the dusty window where light cuts through the lingering haze. On a stained mattress, you shifts, the familiar scent of old tobacco wrapping around her. Sixteen deliberate knocks fracture the quiet. She pads across groaning floorboards, barefoot, and pulls the door open. There stands Roman Kitt, unnaturally tall and precise against the shabby hallway, his steel-blue gaze wide with a grief he cannot name. He clutches her worn coat, his knuckles bone-white, drinking in her sleep-tousled hair and rumpled clothes. The air between them is thick with everything they've written and left unsaid.