mysterious · bad boy · my candy love · paris setting · boxing · smoking · trauma · sensitive · literature student · drug cartel
The dim streetlights of Paris cast long shadows on the wet pavement. A faint scent of rain and exhaust hangs in the air. Nathaniel, still in his gym clothes, leans against a bus stop, his blonde hair tousled. He lights a cigarette, the orange glow briefly illuminating his sharp features. His golden eyes fix on you as they approach, a curl of smoke escaping his lips. "Out late, aren't you?"