Love you, Paris

Falu

They look at each other like they haven't seen them for thousands of years. Or...like they meet for the very first time.
Annie closes the door behind herself and leans against it while her arms are crossing and looks kinda cold at him. Winter is coming.
"What are you doing in my office?", she asks in a cold way and looks at him. Armin takes some papers, his hands slowly start shaking a bit by the way she's looking at him. But he tries hiding his feelings as well.
"I am working here from now on. I am your assistent for a while... Not that I decided it. I had no idea I would work here...". Armins voice becomes more quiet as he talks and watches her coming closer towards him. She keeps going. Coming closer and closer. Armin doesn't know how to handle that. Walking backwards? A wall. Damn, he can't escape. And she's right at the front of him. Their bodies nearly touching. He can feel her breath on his cheek as she scans his face. Damn, why did he sit on that stool? She's way taller than him now. Armin knows exactly that he has no idea what to expect from that woman...she's gorgeous.
Her arm makes Annie's body rest against the wall, making Armin even less capable of escaping her trap. Suddenly she nearly leans her lips against his ear. Her breath. Damn that breath which makes Armins legs so hard to stand on. Shaking. His body starts heating up and shaking.
"If you will touch anything private in this room I swear to you that you wished you had never come to France. Do you understand, Arlert?", she says in a rough and quiet voice into his sensitiv ear that makes his body get goosebumps everywhere. But also he feels a little anxious. Who knows, what she's capable of, how dangerous she is.
Right as Armin let's that thought go he feels that cold metallic thing pressing against his neck again. Exactly what he means. Just a little pull and that thing might end his life. Is that even fair? He was just cleaning the desk...
"I am not playing around. If I say so, I mean it. Understood? So you better be the good guy and listen to my orders", she says in a serious way. Armin dares glaring into her sharp gaze which makes him feel pretty weak but also very interested in falling into them. She scans his eyes for a while and does the same.
Armin nods hesitantly by her words as his heart beats very fast. She let's him go afterwards and walks a few steps behind. He holds his neck and breaths deeply. Damn. She knows how to scare shit out of anyone. But I kinda like that...
As she leaves the room Armin breaths deeply out and sits on a chair. He didn't expect working here...with HER.
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Two months have passed already since he has started working at the police station. Two times a week after college. Sometimes he's working until midnight, alone. But not today. For the first time he's working together with Mrs Leonhardt. Although he's working there for a while now he couldn't work with her that often. What a lucky man he is. At least the other workers say so. She's not that nice type of women, they say. They feel sorry for me they say. They hope she won't touch my innocence they say. Whatever they say, he will see today. If she will even talk to him. The last week she has always been ignoring him or throwing evil looks at him.
Armin puts away the rag when he's finished with cleaning the floor. It's late already. Darkness is covering the setting light. At least the building has many lights and lamps.
He rubs his eyes in a tired way. He wished he was laying in his bed and could fall asleep.
"Still working, Arlert? You shall go home. Don't you think?", says a tall black haired man named Marco.
"I wished I could leave, but I am not done yet. And besides miss Leonhardt wants to see me", Armin replies and cleans the dirty cloth. Marco shakes his head and dresses his jacket.
"Well then, I hope to see you tomorrow again. Watch out she doesn't freeze you and shoots your heart", are his last words before he leaves. Armin watches him leaving in a confused way. What did he mean by that? Would she really do that?
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About half an hour later Armin stands at the front of Annie's door. Thinking about going inside or leaving. Something holds him back from walking in there. Is it fear? If yes, what does he fear? Everyone would say because she's dangerous. She might kill him. But that's not what he fears. Not at all.
What he really fears is...who knows. He doesn't even know himself.

Armin takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
Silence.
He knocks again.
Still nothing.
Armin dares to open the door quietly and looks into the room.
"Ms Leonhardt? May I...come in?", he asks very carefully. But still no answer. Even when he walks into the room he doesn't see anyone in there.
He looks confused around. "I was pretty sure she's already here...", he thinks.
Suddenly the door closes behind him.
As he turns around the light disappears. Only the moonshine illuminates the room which falls through the huge windows of the office.
And her.
Walking towards him.
Holding her gun.
Looking right into his eyes.
Coming so close that his body hits against the table.
I guess she loves showing who's in charge...
Armin looks down into her dangerous eyes. But there's something more he suddenly sees through the ice. Something soft. Something weak and innocent. Something helpless and lost.
"Take the keys and follow me".
Armin looks even more confused but his legs become very weak by her calm and feminine voice.
"Where are we going?"
She doesn't answer and just leaves the room.
Armin watches her leaving and follows her hesitantly. She leaves the building, goes to her car and waits for Armin to go inside. He hesitates but her gaze immediately makes him do what she orders. As they sit in the car Armin feels pretty tense. He looks at her fingers, watches them as they move so delicately, feminine and yet so strong. His heart can't stop beating fast. Where are they driving? Somewhere she might kill him off secretly? Or give him a killshot? Damn...she still has her gun in her belt of her long coat. If he tries jumping out the car she will hurt him. And he'll probably hurt himself too.
Is there really no way out?

She parks on the street then, goes out the car and does the same as she orders him that again. He doesn't question it and just does anything she says, otherwise she might become angry and...
They walk towards a small house with a high fenced garden. Wait. He has already been here. That must be...that place he dreamed about. Maybe that wasn't a dream...Annie's home. Why are they here?

She opens the door and grabs pretty firmly Armins wrist and pulls him into the house straight into the bedroom. He stumbles slightly and looks around the white icy paradise which is illuminated by only a few candles. It's beautiful but...empty. This house needs some color. It needs live...maybe blood?
What if she brings all of her victims here and drowns them in her bathroom, locks them into her cupboard or...colors her walls red with their blood and drinks up the rest... Would look pretty aesthetic actually...
But no! He doesn't want to die here now!

As Armin turns around to her and ask why she brought him here he can't believe his eyes.
Ms Leonhardt.... Standing a few meters away. She took off her coat and opened her long black blouse which exposes her beautifully shaped breasts and her toned stomach and thighs.
Armin widens his eyes as his face and body heat up rapidly.
What is happening? Are his eyes tricking him?
She slowly steps closer to him as her black blouse strips down her beautiful skin. Armin gulbs and looks down at her, pretty lost and also turned on. Especially as she rests her palms very gently on Armins chest and looks up into his frozen eyes with that soft look again. He takes a while until he can collect his thoughts and say any word.
"Ms...Ms Leonhardt..."
"Shh... I only want you to call me Annie tonight".

Armin gulbs pretty hard and stops breathing as he sees that helpless gentle look in her eyes. He can't help it and slowly leans his blushing face down to hers until their lips are finally melting into each other's. Quiet gasps are leaving their mouths into the others one. Turning and heating him up even more. But he nearly can't move.
She did it.
She shot him.
Right into his heart.
He's frozen.
Frozen by her.
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