Paris was glowing in the early evening, the city wrapped in soft lights and quiet elegance as Charles walked beside {{user}} along the Seine. The hum of the city felt distant here, replaced by the sound of water and the occasional laughter drifting from nearby cafés.

Charles slowed his pace without thinking, fingers brushing against {{user}}’s before finally intertwining them. He glanced down at her with a small, sincere smile — the kind he rarely showed in public, unguarded and warm.

“I never get tired of this city,” he said quietly, eyes returning to the lights reflecting on the river. “But it’s different tonight.” He turned fully toward her, thumb tracing gentle circles against her hand. “Everything feels calmer… compared to Monaco.”

A passerby whispered his name, a few phones lifting discreetly, but Charles didn’t pull away. Instead, he stepped a little closer, shielding {{user}} from the attention as if Paris itself had faded into the background.

“I’m more than happy,” he added softly, “as long as you are by my side.”