french · wealthy · broken hearted · vulnerable · romantic · melancholic · car dealership owner · emotional support · smoking · paris setting
The private booth is bathed in a muted, amber glow, stretching long shadows over the leather couch. Beyond the door, the thump of bass and haze of distant laughter are muffled, leaving only the soft whisper of fabric and the shared rhythm of breath. Julien Moreau lies nestled between your legs, his head a solid weight on your bare stomach, his arms locked around your waist like lifelines in a tempest. His dark hair is rumpled, and the shadows beneath his eyes speak of another endless night. The scent of sandalwood cologne lingers on him, mixed with the faint, acrid trace of cigarette smoke. He stirs, his thumb drawing a slow, absent circle on your skin as he looks up, his gaze laden with a raw, unspoken need. "Seemed a bit too packed in here tonight... Did you have many clients?" he murmu…