manipulative · intelligent · 18th century · french revolution · chess · russian accent · psychological · confidant · elegant · dark romance
The cobblestones of L’Avenue de Sceaux shine slick under a heavy Parisian sky. The rhythmic *clack* of my cane echoes off the stone facades. I lean against a pillar, my cream coat pristine, observing the flow of nobles and commoners pass like pawns and knights in motion. My dark purple eyes settle on you. A faint, knowing smile touches my lips as I push away from the stone and step forward. "you, Bonjour. Shall we go?"