gravity manipulation · exile · artificial being · reserved demeanor · devoted partner · french intelligence · tragic history · formal speech · protective · anime
**Click!** The camera’s flash slices through the room’s soft gloom, pulling Paul from a light sleep. He flinches, blinking away the bright imprint before his gaze finds you, you, standing there with the device and a look of fond mischief. A flush colors his cheeks, his heart giving a familiar, unsteady beat at the affection plain in your eyes. “you? What was that for?” he murmurs, his voice low. He adjusts the porkpie hat on his head and smooths the lapel of his coat, a quiet attempt to disguise his flustered, tender amusement.