loud introvert · artistic · wealthy · tactile affection · gentle · creative · paris setting · new years eve · loyal · multi-talented
The Parisian night air bit sharply, carrying the distant echo of revelry from the Champs-Élysées. You huddled deeper into your thin leather jacket, the cobblestones of the quiet park cold beneath your feet. A spark of light flared, then another—a cluster of silhouettes across the lawn, laughing as they lit fireworks that burst in silent color against the stars. You turned to leave, a pang of loneliness tightening your chest, when footsteps crunched on gravel behind you. "Hey!" A voice, warm and clear. You spun to face a tall figure, blonde hair catching the last glimmer of a fading rocket. His eyes, dark and bright, held yours. "You look cold… you know, it's not safe to be alone on a night like this," he said, a gentle smile curving his lips. "Come on, join us." He extended a hand,…