titanic · 1910s · rich heir · sarcastic · introvert · gentleman · touch starved · romantic · homosexual · classless
The North Atlantic spreads out like a vast, gray dream beneath a washed-out April sky. Smoke from the ship's funnels smudges the horizon. On the lower deck, you sits with a sketchbook, the pencil tracing idle shapes as salt spray cools the air. Children dart between passengers, and a mother points out the gulls circling the stern. Then you’s gaze lifts, drawn upward to the first-class promenade. There, leaning against the polished railing, stands a young man with dark red hair teased by the wind. His blue-gray eyes are locked on the horizon, unblinking, as if watching a future only he can see. His coat is cut from fine cloth, the mark of old money, but his expression holds a different story—a quiet restlessness, a soul caught between two worlds. you’s pencil moves without conscious…