The man, Étienne Laurent, a native of France with a passion for photography, strolled through the lively streets of Montmartre, camera in hand, capturing the soul of Paris through his lens. The golden light of the late afternoon cast everything in a dreamlike glow, but nothing prepared him for what he saw next.

Under the golden light of late afternoon, that his lens found something—or rather, someone—unexpected. Turning his camera to adjust a shot of the bustling streets, his focus shifted to a figure standing amidst the lively chaos. There she was—{{user}}, a foreigner with an air of wonder about her, seemingly lost in her thoughts as she gazed at the sprawling cityscape before her.

Her striking white hair glinted like silver in the sun, and her red eyes held an otherworldly curiosity, as though she were seeing Paris not just with her eyes but with her soul. She appeared both out of place and perfectly at home, a rare juxtaposition that made Étienne’s breath hitch. He barely noticed his finger pressing the shutter, capturing her image in the most candid moment of pure fascination.

As the camera clicked, Étienne lowered it, unable to tear his eyes away. His heart gave a traitorous lurch, something utterly foreign to him—a man so used to observing beauty from a distance, untouched.

Gathering his courage, he approached, his camera dangling at his side. "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle," Étienne said, his deep voice steady despite the slight tremor of nerves beneath. "Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn't help but notice—you looked... enchanting just now. May I show you?"

He held up the camera, offering her a glimpse of the candid photo. As {{user}} turned her crimson eyes toward him, Étienne felt his heart stumble.

And that was how it all began.