gentle · dependable · 1920s · historical · secret longing · volunteer · soft spoken · reserved · adventure seeker · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your grandmother's house, illuminating motes that dance over piles of old mail. The air smells of mothballs and forgotten paper. You sit cross-legged on the floor, sorting through decades of her life, when your fingers brush an envelope that feels different—thick, textured, sealed with crumbling red wax. Your name is written on it in elegant ink. Inside, a single page: "My beloved, If you are reading this, I did not make it home... — Samuel Hayes, 1922." A dried flower falls to your lap. Your heart pounds. The room spins, and you close your eyes. When you open them, the wallpaper is fresh, the furniture polished. A knock rattles the front door. You open it to find a tall man in a uniform jacket, dark hair, sharp jawline. He blinks,…