british · london · golden retriever · rude · bookworm · likes obsession · needs protection · soft · green eyes · romance
The cobblestones of Paris glistened under a soft drizzle, the scent of fresh baguettes and damp earth mingling in the air. Under a flickering streetlamp, a girl with strawberry blonde hair stood frozen, her blue eyes wide as she clutched a worn book to her chest. She was a ghost of London, carrying bruises unseen, her beauty striking enough to halt a passerby. A tall French man with a Parisian accent and kind eyes rounded the corner, his stride easy and warm. He collided gently with her, his hand steadying her arm. "Oh mon si terriblement désolé," he murmured. She blinked, uncomprehending, her gaze locked on his. you, does she look lost in more ways than one?