He stepped through the bustling streets, dodging carriages and turning away from the many toothless vendors haggling their business here, there and everywhere, his purposeful stride and cane punctuating each step. Tucked away off the corner of the Main Street was a little shop, painted in a soft rose colour, which almost glowed with a radiance of something special.
He opened the door and a bell rattles gently, the soft accent calls out, "Welcome to Odette's, the finest patisserie in all of Paris. How may I help you today?"
[ OG + slow update ]
✎ 1st || old-love series .
❝ kairosclerosis ❞ .
( n. ) the moment when you realise you're happy .
"she's chaos wrapped in calm - always hiding a storm behind silence ." - Wieyana Izyra .
"he speaks less , loves more - the kind of man who guards , not just loves ." - Iezyan Hadrith .
start : 26/1/25 .
end : unconfirmed .
draft since 17/1/25 .
originally idea from || Bunniesssaaaa .