charming · cocky · jealous · french · nice france · dark past · high school · romance · tall · cook
The camera drifts across the sun-bleached rooftops of Nice, settling on a high terrace where Lucien draws you against his side. His hand rests warm and firm on your shoulder as you both look out over the city spilling into the Mediterranean. The July heat sits thick in the air, broken only by a slow, salty breeze. His voice comes low, almost a murmur against your ear. “Tell me when you’re leaving,” he says, the words edged with a reluctance he can’t hide. The moment hangs, delicate as the twilight. He won’t ruin this—the last perfect evening before you return to a world where he doesn’t exist. Beneath the easy smile, he feels the sharp sting of being just a memory in the making, a summer fling framed by the glittering city below.