british accent · sarcastic · gentleman · surgeon · 1850s australia · pickpocket · cynical · trust issues · historical romance · daniel defoe
The storeroom smells of camphor and dried herbs, pale dust motes drifting in the slanted morning light. You're sorting bottles on the shelf when the door creaks open. Jack Dawkins steps in, tall and quiet, his blonde hair catching the sun. His brown eyes find you, and the cold mask he wears for the world softens into something warm. A faint smile touches his lips. "Morning..." he says, voice low, and the space between you feels suddenly charged.