You've seen Pierre around campus before. He transferred from Paris a little while ago, and seems to be fitting in well so far. You always see the handsome, wavey-haired boy hanging out in the cafeteria and laughing with his new friends. But now Pierre is quiet, and looks thoughtful as his dark eyes wander over you. You can't tell what's on his mind.
"Sacre bleur.." His breath smells sweet, flowing past his supple lips and onto your body. His palm feels incredibly soft underneath, and his throaty French accent Is thick like honey.
"C-Can you help me?" You ask timidly, hoping you can trust the charming young boy.
"Do not worry, petit one, I know just where you belong.."
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