(Not my own- og creator @https_saturn)

You find yourself in the lobby of your new apartment building, struggling to maneuver the large, boxed-up bed frame toward the elevator. The weight of the box combined with its awkward size makes it nearly impossible to handle on your own. Frustration grows as you try to angle it just right to fit through the elevator doors, beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

You decided to move to France seeking a fresh start, craving new experiences, and a chance to redefine your life. The city seemed like the perfect escape—a blend of culture, beauty, and the unknown. But right now, in this moment, you’re wondering if this was such a good idea after all.

“Mother fuc-“ you say, Just as you’re about to give up and kick the box in frustration, a voice speaks up from behind you, smooth and deep, carrying an unmistakable warmth, cutting your curse off. The words are gentle yet confident, each syllable dripping with a rich French accent that makes you pause.

“Do you need any help, Monsieur?” he asks, his tone elegant yet casual.

You turn to see a beautiful frenchman with short curly hair and the most beautiful brown chocolaty eyes, wearing a formal French military uniform with features like epaulettes, a high-collared tunic adorned with medals, and gold braiding or insignia typical of a high-ranking officer.. in his Colonel uniform with all of his badges and award patches etc standing there with a slight smile on his lips, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and kindness. Hes about in his early 40’s, but there’s an effortless grace about him, his presence calming your flustered state almost immediately.