Enemies to lovers (Kylian Mbappe story)

Late night walk

The clock was nearing midnight, and the city outside their window was quiet, bathed in the golden glow of streetlights. Inside, Jordan was nestled on the couch, a legal brief open on her lap, while Kylian stood at the window, gazing out at the Paris skyline.

"Come on," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.Jordan looked up from her papers. "What? It's late."Kylian turned toward her, his eyes gleaming with a wild spark. "Exactly. We need to get out, feel alive. No one will notice us at this hour. Just you, me, and Paris."Jordan hesitated, glancing at the pile of documents waiting for her. But something in the way he looked at her, the lightness in his voice, stirred an old part of her, the part that craved moments of spontaneity. She set the brief aside and stood."Okay," she said, a grin spreading across her face. "Let's go."
The cool night air hit them as soon as they stepped out, the quiet hum of the city giving Paris an ethereal quality. They walked hand in hand through the streets, their footsteps echoing in the stillness. It felt like they had the whole city to themselves, an untold adventure waiting at every corner.

After a few blocks, they found themselves near a small, tucked-away park they had passed dozens of times during the day but never really noticed. It was deserted now, a secret haven just for them. Kylian's eyes twinkled as he nudged her towards the old playground in the corner."Race you to the swings!" he shouted before sprinting off.

Jordan let out a laugh and took off after him, her sneakers slapping against the pavement. By the time she reached the swings, breathless and flushed, Kylian was already there, pumping his legs to gain momentum. He grinned down at her like a little kid who had just won a prize."You're too slow, lawyer!" he teased.

Jordan caught her breath, playfully narrowing her eyes. "Oh, you want to talk about slow? Let me show you how it's done."She jumped onto the neighboring swing and kicked off hard, determined to match his height. Soon, they were flying side by side, the swings creaking beneath them, laughter filling the air as they raced to see who could reach higher.

Jordan's legs stretched out in front of her, her body leaning back as she reached the peak of the swing. For a moment, she closed her eyes, letting herself feel completely weightless, the wind tugging at her hair, the world below nothing but a blur. It was pure freedom, a break from the grind, from expectations, from everything that came with being Jordan, the high-powered lawyer. Up here, she was just Jordan, and it felt *good*.

As the swings began to slow, Kylian jumped off mid-swing, landing with a dramatic flourish and bowing deeply before her."Mademoiselle," he said with mock formality, "may I have this dance?"Jordan raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider. "In a playground? At midnight?"Kylian grinned and took her hand, pulling her off the swing and into his arms. "There's no better place."She rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling as he spun her around, their footsteps moving in sync on the grass. It was ridiculous, she thought, dancing in a playground in the middle of the night—but that was exactly why she loved it. Why she loved *him*. He had a way of making everything feel lighter, more fun, even when the weight of the world felt like it was pressing down on her.

They moved slowly, swaying to the rhythm of the night, their only music the faint sounds of distant cars and the rustling leaves overhead. Kylian spun her under his arm, then dipped her dramatically, his hand firm against her back."You're insane," she whispered, still breathless from the swinging and the impromptu dance."I know," he replied, pulling her back up, his eyes locking with hers. "That's why you love me."Jordan laughed, pressing her forehead to his. "True."

After what felt like hours, they finally left the park, still hand in hand, wandering through the empty streets. Their path was aimless, passing cafés and boutiques that were closed for the night. Every now and then, Kylian would stop to point out something—a statue, a hidden mural, a peculiar building—things Jordan had walked by a hundred times but never really noticed. In the quiet of the night, everything looked different, like the city itself had secrets it only revealed after hours.At one point, they stumbled upon a tiny crêpe stand that was still open. The vendor, a sleepy older man with a thick accent, seemed surprised to see customers at this hour but greeted them warmly."Two Nutella crêpes," Kylian ordered confidently, then turned to Jordan. "You need this.""I don't *need* anything," she replied, though her mouth watered at the thought.Minutes later, they were seated on a bench by the Seine, the crêpes warm in their hands. Jordan took a bite and moaned softly, the rich Nutella oozing between the delicate folds of the crêpe."Okay, you were right," she said, licking a stray bit of Nutella from her thumb.Kylian smiled triumphantly, biting into his own. "I usually am."