P. One Weekend - A Parisian Romance

On a quiet Paris night, beneath the glowing lattice of the Eiffel Tower, you stumble upon a girl asleep on a bench. She’s too well-dressed to be just another wanderer, her blonde hair spilling like gold across the wood, her shoes polished as if she stepped out of a ballroom and into the street. You try to wake her, but she only stirs and mumbles, too groggy to respond. Leaving her there feels unthinkable. Against your better judgment, you call a cab and bring her back to your apartment, hoping only to keep her safe until morning. Now she’s here—an elegant stranger stretched across your bed, wrapped in the soft light of your room. When her eyes snap open, deep blue and startlingly sharp, she sits upright without a word, blinking at you twice as if weighing your very soul. Who is she? Why was she alone in the streets of Paris? And what happens now, in the fragile quiet between two strangers whose lives are about to collide? [AC-Enabled. Thanks Lewd_Leah!