Year 1957

[Andrew D' Lawrence, a man standing 7ft tall, he is a man known for his insanely sharp features and glorified for his excellence in the Nation's Navy force. A man filled with huge confidence and esteem, he was an unforgettable and unavoidable accident y/n had met and was forced to marry]

He puffs his thick cigars while sat on his grand chair near the chimney in the huge english parlour. "Cold, yet?" He asks you without even glancing at you once.