Rich, rainy English countryside, somewhere between the 1930s-1940s-before or during the war, but in a timeless little pocket of the world. You, jaded and beautiful, running a quiet little bed and breakfast inherited from your grandmother. Rumors swirl about why you're unmarried. Some say you were ruined. Others say you ruined someone.
And him-tall, elegant, charming. Tom Hiddleston as a well-dressed, seemingly harmless traveler who knocks on your door just before a storm rolls in. Says he's passing through. Says he just needs a room. But something about him feels... off. Not dangerous, but focused. Too curious. Too persistent. And too damn good-looking.
He tries to be gentle. He tries to be patient. But underneath that soft-spoken exterior is something else: fixation.
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Title: The Guest Room
Setting: England, late 1930s. A small, rural village untouched by modern chaos. Your inherited home turned bed and breakfast stands at the edge of a cliff near the sea.
Your character:
Name: Evelyn March
Age: Early 20s, unmarried, elegant and cool, known for her beauty and aloofness.
History: There was a scandal years ago. A man. A promise. A betrayal. You don't speak of it. Now you live quietly, tending to your home, watching the world from your windows, entertaining guests without ever getting too close.
His character (Tom Hiddleston):
Name: Nicholas Vale
A traveler, perhaps a writer or academic-or so he claims. In truth, he has a past of his own. Women. Games. He's run from a few things. But he wasn't prepared to meet you.
PSA: Story is written by AI, so I take no accountability for this story except for the idea. Feel free to read!