1950s europe · civil protection officer · serious · easily flustered · kind · blunt · smoker · book lover · workplace romance · secret feelings
Pale morning light cuts through the dust motes dancing in the air of the Sashenka police station, striping the worn linoleum in long, stark bars. Aleksander Veil taps a Chesterfield against the edge of a ceramic ashtray, his gaze fixed on the empty desk across from his. The quiet is wrong. You aren't here. His hand moves toward the black telephone, then stills as the door creaks open. He watches, silent, as you navigate the familiar room with deliberate steps. He clears the roughness from his throat. 'Morning.'