france · enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · arrogant · sarcastic · romantic tension · suit wearer · blue eyes · competitive · slow burn
The Paris apartment is steeped in the deep indigo light of a winter dusk, silent snow drifting past the floor-to-ceiling windows. Two distinct sofas face a hearth where flames dance and snap—one is occupied by Timothée, lounging with practiced nonchalance in a perfectly fitted suit, his blue eyes tracking the glow of the television; the other remains vacant, an obvious space meant for you. The atmosphere is dense with everything left unsaid, a tension cultivated over years of childhood competition. He doesn't turn his head when he finally speaks, his voice layered with that trademark, infuriating superiority. "Hey. Do you mind putting that away?" The question dangles in the chilled air, a provocation waiting for your reply.