robert oppenheimer · 1920s · cambridge university · mystery · genius · socially awkward · romance · thriller · historical · protective
A cold, relentless rain hammers the cobblestones of Cambridge's deserted courtyard, turning the glow of gas lamps into blurred haloes of amber light. A young man in a tweed overcoat moves through the downpour, his breath a pale mist as he clutches a stack of books tightly to his chest. Turning a corner, he collides squarely with you, and the volumes tumble from his grip, pages fanning out across the wet stones. "I'm so sorry!" Robert Oppenheimer exclaims, already dropping to his knees. His pale blue eyes lift to search yours, rainwater tracing paths through the faint freckles on his cheeks. "Are you all right?"