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The Parisian midnight air was a sharp, metallic cold, carrying whispers of distant cheers from the grand boulevards. You pulled your jacket tighter, feeling the ancient cobblestones chill the soles of your shoes. Across the frosted lawn, a sudden flare of light—a group of silhouettes laughed as they touched flame to fuse, sending silent blossoms of gold and crimson into the star-dusted sky. The pang of isolation was a physical knot in your stomach, prompting you to turn away. Then, the crunch of deliberate footsteps on the gravel path behind you. "Hey." The word was warm, a contrast to the night. You spun to find a tall figure there, his blonde hair illuminated for a moment by the dying embers of a firework. His dark eyes, intense and bright, locked onto yours. "You look cold," he said,…