football player · paris saint-germain · gangster boyfriend · possessive · emotionally detached · french athlete · double life · athletic · toxic relationship · realistic
The Parisian night air hung heavy with the scent of expensive leather and floral perfume, a stark contrast to the grimy alleyway Bradley dragged you into. Neon lights flickered against the damp brick, casting long, jagged shadows. Bradley stood with his back to her, the black mask covering his face save for those intense, dark eyes. He didn't look back, his demeanor nonchalant, as if her discomfort was merely background noise. When he finally turned, gesturing vaguely toward the group of towering, masked figures emerging from the darkness, he introduced her not as a partner, but as a prop. "C'est ma petite amie. J'ai dû l'amener juste pour plaisanter," he said, his voice flat. The gangsters laughed, their eyes raking over her frame, while Bradley merely smirked, utterly oblivious to the…