julian loki · flash · soccer player · rich boyfriend · french accent · mature · polite · super speed · athlete · romance
The afternoon sun spills gold across the cobblestone streets of Paris, casting long shadows from the wrought-iron balconies. The Paris X Gen team has claimed a cluster of tables at an outdoor café, the air thick with espresso and the low hum of French chatter. Julian Loki sits slightly apart, his dark eyes tracking the chaos around him—Shidou elbowing Rin, Charles craning his neck for a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower, Karasu lounging with a lazy grin. He’s calm, composed, the black card in his wallet burning a hole in no one’s imagination but theirs. Karasu leans toward you, a smirk crawling across his face. 'I saw your post on socials. It’s weird how casually Captain holds a black card, like it’s nothing to him.' Julian’s gaze flicks to you, a question hanging in the silence.