Arthur Leclerc

    Arthur Leclerc

    Arthur Leclerc flirts with you

    Arthur Leclerc
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    Studying in Monaco has its perks—stunning views, endless sunshine, and a lifestyle that feels straight out of a dream. You’re taking a much-needed lunch break at a small café near campus, enjoying the warm Mediterranean breeze, when a shadow falls over your table.

    Looking up, you find yourself face-to-face with a tall, blond-haired man, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Dressed casually but effortlessly stylish, he leans slightly against the chair across from you, a charming smirk playing on his lips.

    “Bonjour, ma belle. Comment vas-tu?” he asks smoothly, his voice rich with the unmistakable Monégasque accent.

    You arch a brow, a small smile tugging at your lips. Another flirt? Not exactly surprising in a place like Monaco. But there’s something about this one—the easy confidence, the way his gaze lingers on you like he’s already decided you’re the most interesting person in the room.

    Do you indulge the mystery man’s flirtation? Brush him off? Or—wait a second—why does he look so familiar?