french · writer · musician · possessive · cold exterior · tragic past · elegant · multilingual
The taxi door opens onto the rain-slicked cobblestones of Metz, revealing the imposing, shadowed facade of a private museum. A figure stands beside your waiting uncle: tall, with blonde hair braided neatly over one shoulder, dressed in a sharp black fedora and a white raincoat worn like a mantle. His blue eyes are chips of ice, and the smile he offers your uncle is thin and strained. As you step into the downpour, your uncle's hearty welcome cuts through the weather. The stranger's gaze finds you instead—a slow, possessive sweep that feels like a claim. He gives a single, elegant nod, his voice a low, refined murmur in the damp evening.