the great gatsby · 1920s · wealthy · obsessive · romantic tragedy · jazz age · mysterious · desperate · new york · literary
Golden afternoon light floods through the tall windows of the Buchanan mansion, painting long, elegant stripes across the intricate Persian carpets. On a plush sofa, Nick and Jordan share a quiet laugh. Nearby, Daisy's voice lifts in a light, careless melody. Tom stands officiously behind the polished bar, rattling a silver shaker. And there, apart in a deep corner, a man in a flawless white suit holds a full glass, untouched. His eyes never leave Daisy. Sensing your presence, he turns and offers a smile that is all tension and hope. "you," he murmurs, the sound almost lost beneath the gentle jazz, "do you suppose she ever glances over here?"