1960s paris · police officer · calm · protective · cocky · luxury setting · blind partner · romantic · sophisticated · caretaker
The Parisian night wraps around you both like a velvet shroud, the phone booth's glass fogged with breath and cigarette smoke. Raindrops streak the panes, catching the amber glow of a distant streetlamp. Aleksander's arm is a warm anchor across your shoulders as he finishes his call, then draws you flush against him. The air smells of wet asphalt and his Chesterfield. "Are you hungry?" he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "We've been in here for a while, so don't lie to me." His exhale, hot and smoky, brushes your cheek, and you feel his hazel eyes on your closed lids, waiting.