𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭. 𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭.
The streets of Paris bustled with their usual charm, a blend of elegance and chaos.
Y/n pulled her coat tighter around her body as she hurried down the sidewalk.It had been a whirlwind since she'd arrived in France-a new country, a new university, and a life that felt foreign at every turn. She was here to study, to build a future, far away from the modest life she'd left behind.
For Kylian Mbappé, the golden boy of French football, life couldn't have been more different. He was untouchable, adored, and envied. With his record-breaking goals and a face plastered across billboards, Kylian had it all-fame, fortune, and a reputation that followed him like a shadow. But behind the camera flashes and stadium roars, there was a darkness to him-a playboy with a trail of broken hearts. He lived recklessly, indulging in the endless stream of attention without a care for anyone but himself.
Until he saw her.
It was by chance-a crowded cafè, a fleeting glance. But in that moment, Y/n became something more than just another face in the sea of Paris. Her quiet beauty and the way she carried herself stirred something primal in him. She wasn't like the others who threw themselves at his feet. She seemed untouchable, distant. And that made her all the more desirable.
He couldn't stop thinking about her.
As days passed, obsession replaced intrigue. He found out her name, where she studied, even where she lived. His desire for her grew uncontrollable, like an itch he couldn't scratch. And while Y/n was here to chase her dreams, Kylian was ready to chase her. What he wanted, he always got.
No matter the cost.
But Y/n wasn't like the others. She wouldn't fall easily or would she.
English is not my first language
Rewriting
My first language is not English so kindly ignore any mistakes.
The Cuckoo Bird: Say The War Had Never Happened...
52 parts Ongoing Mature
52 parts
Ongoing
Mature
'Keller gripped the back of her head tightly, watching her eyes fill with angry tears. "Do you think that there was ever a chance of a normal life for us?"
Anna was so taken aback, her breathing hastened. "When I arrived here?" she asked slowly.
"Or say the war had never happened," he said. "Say we met under normal circumstances. Could we have been happy?"
"I have no idea," she whispered.'
- The Cuckoo's Cage
The year is 1947, and in this alternate world, the war has never happened. Anna is 26 years old, living in Berlin with her mother, father and younger sister. She works at the Neues museum and has done all throughout her studies. She has just completed her PhD.
Seems nice, right?
Well, this is me. Nothing stays nice for very long.
Trigger warning for graphic sexual scenes, violence and sexual trauma.