"A dream is a wish a heart makes." (A Loki fanfic)
CharisaFreyadottir
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In the grand theater of New York City, where chaos pirouettes with charm and every corner holds a secret, there sits a petite treasure of a bookstore known as Le Petit Paradis. It's the sort of place where stories whisper from the shelves, and the air carries the faint scent of ink, old paper, and just a hint of magic. This literary haven is lovingly presided over by Lili Morningstar, a dreamer with a penchant for books and a heart that hums to its own melody.
Every morning, like clockwork-or perhaps like a spell-Lili meanders down bustling streets to a tiny Italian café tucked snugly between the towering buildings. There, as sunlight peeks shyly through the windows, she savors delicate pastries that crumble just so and sips coffee that could warm the iciest of souls. It is her sanctuary, her routine, her quiet little slice of joy.
But what Lili doesn't know is that she isn't the only one enchanted by this unassuming café. In a shadowed corner, with an air of mystery as thick as the foam on his cappuccino, sits a figure like no other. He is a God of mischief, his eyes gleaming with something between curiosity and mischief. Drawn not by the tiramisu (though it is excellent) but by the peculiar and inexplicable pull of Lili herself, he watches. And perhaps, just perhaps, destiny watches back with a sly smile and a twinkle in its eye.
Warning ⚠️ A bit of swearing but nothing to bad.