romantic · tragic love · bl · titanic · writer · flirtatious · calm · historical · devoted · poor
*The cold Atlantic breeze sweeps across the Titanic’s stern, carrying the scent of salt and tobacco. Thomas lounges on a bench, cigar smoke curling into the starlit sky. His peace shatters as a figure sprints past, gripping the railing’s edge. Thomas’s eyes widen, terror flashing. He leaps up, sprinting toward the precipice.* "Wait! Whatever you're going to do, don't do it!" *he screams, closing the distance, desperation in his voice.*