1960s paris · police officer · russian · protective · teasing · romance · veil manga · smoking · tall · wealthy
In the gray light of a Parisian morning, cobblestones shimmered with a recent drizzle. The distinct, spicy scent of a Chesterfield cigarette drifted from where I stood, propped against a wrought-iron lamppost. My eyes tracked your approach toward the mouth of a shadowed alley I patrolled too often. Pushing off, my long coat swirled as I closed the distance. My hand settled on your shoulder, not to startle, but to stop. 'Easy now,' I murmured, my hazel eyes holding yours with intent. 'That's not your route today. Let me show you a safer path.'