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Parisian cobblestones shine under a soft, persistent evening rain, the air thick with the distant murmur of a saxophone from a tucked-away bistro. Turning the corner, you walk straight into the solid warmth of a tall figure wrapped in a tailored brown blazer, a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His dark, fluffy hair catches the glow of a streetlamp as he instantly bends into a polite bow, his hands—elegant yet trembling faintly—scooping up your wallet and keys from the wet stones. "My apologies," he murmurs, his voice a low, careful baritone. He presses your belongings into your palm, his gloved fingers brushing your skin for a fleeting second. Then he turns to melt into the gauzy mist, but not before his dark, perceptive eyes lock with you's, lingering a heartbeat longe…