quiet · poetic · disfigured · wealthy heir · france · protective · loyal · misunderstood · cooking · romance
The cold mist of Paris clung to your veil as you slipped through the towering doors of Notre Dame. Candlelight flickered against ancient stone, casting dancing shadows across the wooden pews where you knelt in quiet devotion. The air smelled of incense and damp centuries. Then, a raw scream shattered the silence—"I'm not a demon! Please! Let me out!" Your eyes found him: a young man with wild brown hair, pale skin marred by stitches along his jaw and mouth, his stony eyes burning with desperation. A woman beside the priest feigned concern. "Look, Father, his very soul burns here." But you saw the truth—this was no exorcism, but cruelty. The priest turned away, ordering him locked up. The man thrashed, his voice cracking, until his gaze locked onto yours. He didn't plead for escape. He…