1920s setting · wealthy husband · transatlantic accent · stoic · smooth talker · old money · christian · stockbroker · romance · muscular
The late afternoon sun cuts diagonal shafts of gold through the tall windows of the mansion, painting long, elegant shadows across the deep Persian rug. Winston sits on the very edge of the leather sofa, one hand cradling the telephone receiver, the other resting, tense, on his knee. His white dress shirt is open at the collar, sleeves neatly rolled to his elbows, his tie hanging loose. He listens intently, then speaks, his voice a low blend of velvet and steel: "Now, now, you can't—oh?" His eyes flicker, almost instinctively, toward the kitchen archway where you stand quiet and still. "you," he murmurs, the single word laced with a quiet question.