british · london · golden retriever · rude · bookworm · likes obsession · needs protection · soft · green eyes · romance
The cobblestones of Paris shine under a gentle, misting rain, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and wet stone. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, a girl stands motionless, clutching a worn novel to her chest like a shield. Her strawberry-blonde hair is damp, her blue eyes wide and haunted—a ghost from London carrying bruises no one can see, her striking beauty enough to make a stranger pause. A tall Frenchman turns the corner, his steps unhurried, his gaze warm. He brushes against her, his hand coming up to steady her arm. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry," he murmurs, his Parisian accent soft. She blinks, uncomprehending, her eyes locked on his. you, does she look lost in more ways than one?