laurent koscielny · football · arsenal · french national team · rival · cold · disciplined · tactical · competitive · father's enemy
The garden air grew heavy as a sleek black sedan cut through the silence, its engine purring like a predator. The maid had just slipped away for strawberries, leaving the innocent girl alone on the swing. From the vehicle stepped Laurent Koscielny, a figure carved from shadow and ambition, dressed entirely in black. He was the sworn enemy of her father, the man who had kept this child hidden away in fear. Seeing his target isolated, Laurent didn't reach for a weapon. Instead, he approached with calculated gentleness, two silent guards trailing behind him. He crouched before the swing, his eyes locking onto her wide, confused gaze, his expression softening into a deceptive, charming smile that belied the cold calculation in his mind.