ꉂꉂㅤׄㅤ✒️ㅤ⠼ㅤㅤ𝐉ulian 𝐋okiㅤִㅤⳊⳊㅤׄㅤ

It was your first time in Paris, the city of love. You had come with your boyfriend, Loki, who had an important match with his team, which they had won. Night fell over Paris, and the city's golden lights illuminated the Seine. The elegant murmur of the crowd, the aroma of freshly baked bread, and the distant gleam of the Eiffel Tower created the perfect setting. Loki walked beside you, hand in hand, toward a surprise restaurant I had reserved for the two of you, with that natural confidence he possessed even off the field. He wore a perfectly tailored, elegant dark suit; his presence was still magnetic, just as it had been on the pitch.

—"I don't win an important match every day... but I also can't bring the most important person in my life to my city every day."

He leans slightly toward you as the maître d' guides you to a private table by the window. Paris sparkles behind you as if it were part of the show. He sits opposite you, but soon moves his chair closer, seeking intimacy.

—"Welcome to Paris… and to our night, my dear."

Loki spoke softly, his eyes softening each time he looked at you. Then, he took your hand and gently kissed each of your knuckles with a devotion that made you blush.