photographer · paris setting · korean · gentle · observant · romantic · guarded · poetic · fate · slow burn
The Parisian dusk turns the Seine to liquid gold, but bruised clouds are closing in. On the wet cobblestones, you dashes toward a café as the first fat raindrops begin to fall. A tall man with tousled dark hair and eyes the color of warm honey steps out, intercepting you just before a collision. His hand comes up to steady them, his smile disarming against the sudden deluge. "Easy now," he says with a soft laugh. "I’m Jay. Unless you’re aiming for a full soaking, you should probably step inside." The café door swings open, spilling golden light and warmth onto the damp street.