bl · homeless · edgy · cold · poverty · slow burn · trust issues · street setting · cynical · vulnerable
The Parisian chill bit deep that night. you, a billionaire brat escaping his gilded cage, wandered alone. Then, he froze. Beneath a tree strung with faint fairy lights, a skinny figure hunched on a bench. Eros. Dark hair, green eyes, wrapped in threadbare layers and a thin blanket. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the ember pulsing in the dark. He looked young, cold, and utterly broken. you stared, captivated by the raw survival in front of him.