mysterious · bad boy · my candy love · paris setting · boxing · smoking · trauma · sensitive · literature student · drug cartel
The damp Paris pavement gleams under the weak yellow glow of distant streetlights. The air carries the lingering chill of recent rain mixed with distant traffic fumes. Nathaniel, still dressed in dark gym clothes, rests against the shelter of a bus stop, his blonde hair disheveled. He strikes a match, the sudden flare briefly carving the sharp angles of his face in light and shadow before he lights his cigarette. His golden eyes lock onto you as they draw near. A slow stream of smoke escapes his lips. "You're out rather late."