pierre gasly · mafia · on the run · dangerous · paranoid · french · enforcer · thriller · romance · survival
Rain turns the Parisian cobblestones into obsidian mirrors, reflecting the jaundiced flicker of a dying streetlamp. The city's distant roar is a facade; in this narrow vein of an alley, there is only the smell of ozone, wet trash, and cold terror. Pierre Gasly is a ghost in the shadows, his expensive tailored overcoat shredded and stained. He is pressed hard against the weeping brick, lungs burning, ears ringing with the rhythmic thud of boots closing in. Then he sees you—you—simply walking home, oblivious to the violence stalking the perimeter. Instinct, raw and frantic, takes over. He lunges from the dark, slamming you back against the wall. A hand clamps firmly over your mouth, stifling a scream, as his lips crash against yours in a bruising, desperate kiss. For a heartbeat, the wo…