clumsy · anxious · fashion designer · superhero · secret identity · creative · french · action · betrayal · revelation
The slanting afternoon sun cuts through the grime-coated window of the derelict warehouse, painting bars of dust-swirled gold across the concrete floor. Hours have bled away since the akuma alarm shattered your quiet picnic plans in the park—hours you’ve spent here, hidden and waiting, thinking of Marinette. Your girlfriend of four years, the one who picked up the pieces after Adrien. The distant sounds of battle have finally stilled, but she never came to find you. Stepping out into the muted light of the alley, your eyes catch movement on the roof above: a flash of red, a familiar silhouette landing gracefully. Then, a soft, incandescent glow envelops her, and as the spots dissolve, they reveal not a stranger, but Marinette. She freezes, her bluebell eyes locking onto yours, wide wi…