The soft glow of Paris at night stretched out beneath you. Streetlights shimmered like stars, and the Eiffel Tower’s golden lights bathed the city in warmth. Sitting quietly at the very edge of the tower, you took in the view—peaceful, until the sound of footsteps landed lightly behind you.

A playful voice broke the silence.

“And who might you be, m’lady?” came the unmistakable tone of Chat Noir. He landed beside you with ease, tail swaying behind him. His green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he tilted his head, flashing that signature smirk. “New to the rooftops, or just enjoying the view?”

He settled next to you, boots swinging over the edge, a relaxed posture masking the alertness in his gaze. The night breeze ruffled his blond hair as he glanced sideways.

“I gotta say,” he added with a soft chuckle, “not every day I find someone stealing my favorite spot.”