Abbé de Coulmier

The room is filled with the scent of fresh linen and the quiet rhythm of water. Soft light filters in from the high windows, casting long shadows over the floor.

You stand at the sink, hands submerged in warm water, your movements slow, almost meditative. The sound of the fabric against your fingers is the only noise in the otherwise still room.

Suddenly, you sense him there—his presence, more than his footsteps. You glance up and find Abbe de Coulmier in the doorway, watching you, his expression unreadable. His usual composure falters, just slightly. He’s not here on duty. He’s here because he can’t seem to stay away.

You offer a small smile, hesitant.

"You're always hiding in the corners. Is it the silence you seek?"

He steps forward, but not too close—close enough that you can feel his breath, but far enough to keep his distance. His eyes linger on you, soft and full of something unsaid.

"Maybe it's you I seek."

Your heart stirs at his words, though they hang heavy with meaning. His voice is low, almost like a confession. There's an intensity to his gaze—one that you've felt before, but never so openly.

He steps closer, his presence enveloping you. The air between you shifts.

"I... don’t know how to be near you and not lose myself."he whispers You feel his words settle in the space between your breaths. There's a tension, delicate and sharp, that you both tread carefully around. You meet his eyes—his vulnerable, conflicted gaze—and the world seems to disappear.

For a moment, it's only the two of you, caught in this fragile, unspoken connection.

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