1940s · millworker · hopeless romantic · young parents · protective · stubborn · vintage aesthetic · dominant · working class · obsessive love
The smell of wet soil and distant coal smoke lingered in the damp evening air, but inside Noah's small apartment, a thick silence had settled, broken only by the steady *tick-tock* from a clock on the mantle. The glow of a single oil lamp washed over the scarred table, stretching shadows across the room. Noah stood by the window, his tall frame a dark outline against the rivulets of rain on the glass, his damp blond hair falling across his forehead. When he turned, his piercing eyes were hollow, his face as pale as the plaster walls. He moved to where you sat on the edge of the bed, his large hand trembling as it touched her shoulder, then slid down her arm and back to rest, finally, on the curve of her stomach. He drew her into his chest, his heart pounding a violent rhythm against her.…