Princess of the Miraculous

chapter 3/finally free

Song recommendation when reading this chapter/story because it makes the experience ten times better

Like I want you (Acoustic) by Giveon

Or any song that makes you comfy

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❝ Chat Noir...yeah Chat Noir ❞

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Flashback

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December 1st

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THE AIR was fridged as it swept through the blonde boy's hair. The temperature was 35 degrees Fahrenheit (about 2 degrees Celsius and 275 degrees Kelvin) but that didn't stop his controlling father from scheduling a shoot...outside. It was lucky that they had him model winter clothing although it was pretty light and barely kept him warm. He was counting down the minutes before he could leave and finally escape from his overbearing bodyguard and his dad's assistant.

"Monsieur Adrien,"  a tall frail woman says smoothing the red streak in her hair behind her ear

She would normally have her hair pulled back into an immaculate bun but decided to switch it up for today...not because her boss had suggested that she let her hair down more. Her long hair was flowing freely around her shoulders the two front pieces tied into a ponytail to keep her hair out of her face.

"Your father has informed me that there will be one more outfit for you to try on then we can wrap up for the day and you can go home" she informs him with her normal flat tone

Adrien smiles sweetly "Thank you, Nathalie"

Nathalie had practically raised Adrien since his mother's disappearance, Gabriel, Adrien's father had weaned himself emotionally away from his son. He was always cooped up in his office designing and never bothered to spend time with his son. Adrien had grown used to the loneliness as he had been homeschooled his whole life and only had one other friend. Nathalie's heart broke a little more each time she saw Adrien eating a meal by himself and living his life in an endless routine of wake, eat, shower, school, fencing, model, piano, Chinese, sleep, repeat. So she was especially happy when he told his father he was moving out. He was still being heavily monitored and was required to continue his modeling but at least he could leave the house when he wanted...and maybe make some friends.

Nathalie nods walking over to her director's chair sitting down with a sigh.

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  ADRIEN'S POV

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It's fucking freezing out here, leave it to my loving father to schedule a shoot in 35-degree weather outside. This "winter clothing" is definitely just for looks. It's barely keeping me warm and it doesn't help that they're making me change in a dressing tent outside. One more outfit just one more then I cant finally be free...or as free as my father allows me to be