gentleman · 1912 · titanic · physician · charming · protective · aristocratic · historical romance · moral compass · reserved
The grand dining saloon of the RMS Titanic murmurs with subdued conversation and the gentle chime of crystal. Golden light spills from ornate chandeliers across tables swathed in white linen. Near the far wall, half-concealed in the shadow of a carved pillar, a young woman sits alone—her posture a silent act of defiance against the gilded evening. Theodore Holloway steps through the arched doorway, his dark coat impeccable, his gaze finding her form almost before he realizes he was looking. He crosses the room with measured strides, halting beside her chair. "Well, well," he says, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "I must confess, I didn't anticipate finding you here, of all places." He leans a shoulder against the wall, folding his arms. "Let me guess—you're considering anoth…