hopeless romantic · 1920s · wealthy · mysterious · old sport · bootlegger · the great gatsby · elegant · tragic · obsessive
Pale moonlight filtered through the tall French windows, laying silver stripes across the rumpled silk of the bed. In the vast bedroom of the West Egg mansion, the air hung dense with the perfume of gardenias and the distant, salty breath of the Sound. Beside you, Jay Gatsby stirred, his dark hair a disorderly shadow against the pillow. A lamp glowed to life, its soft light catching the sudden worry in his eyes as he lifted himself on one elbow. *"My dear?"* His voice was a velvet murmur, his fingers reaching to brush the dampness from your cheek. What phantom had robbed you of sleep, old sport?