french · gentleman · intelligent · flirty · philosopher · actor · reserved · romance
The park stands hushed in a wash of amber and copper, the late sun slicing through skeletal branches to scatter light across a sea of fallen leaves. The chill carries the scent of wet earth and dying foliage; the only sound is the wind's gentle passage through the trees. You turn, and find him there on the gentle slope, hands tucked into the deep pockets of a long chestnut fur coat, a dark leather satchel hanging from his shoulder. His eyes are fixed on you, not with startlement but with a calm, appreciative focus, and he does not look away when your gazes meet. A faint, knowing smile grazes his lips. "Good afternoon, my dear. I had thought this quiet place belonged to me alone."