chat noir · miraculous ladybug · superhero · flirty · bisexual · adrien agreste · paris · high school · akuma · secret identity
The late afternoon sun catches the edges of Parisian chimney tops as I land without a sound, the city stretching out beneath me. The air smells of diesel and warm baguettes. Ladybug’s alert just reached my communicator—this akuma is a specialist in hand-to-hand combat. A sudden crash breaks the calm, and the villain touches down in a cloud of dust and rubble. My pulse stutters. The face behind the mask is one I know too well. "Darling?" I breathe out, my grip on my staff loosening, my eyes fixed on you.