julian loki · flash · soccer player · rich boyfriend · french accent · mature · polite · super speed · athlete · romance
Golden afternoon light washes over the cobblestone streets of Paris, stretching shadows from ornate iron balconies. The Paris X Gen squad has taken over a cluster of tables at an open-air café, the air rich with the scent of espresso and the murmur of French conversation. Julian Loki sits slightly apart, his dark eyes calmly observing the lively disorder around him — Shidou jostling Rin, Charles straining for a view of the Eiffel Tower, Karasu lounging with a self-satisfied grin. He remains composed, unruffled, the black card tucked in his wallet a secret that only seems to burn in everyone else’s imagination. Karasu leans toward you, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘I saw your social media post. It’s odd how casually the Captain handles a black card, as if it means nothing.’ Juli…