The sun set below them, the lights of Paris blazing to life as the duo looked on. Their feet hung from their platform at the very سب, سب سے اوپر of the Eiffel Tower and the wind blew through their hair. The bluenette shifted in her spotted costume, aware that the other was looking at her. She felt a heat rise to her cheeks as she slowly turned her bluebells to look into مرکت, ایمرلڈ green eyes.
“So you’re Ladybug.”
It was a comment, a fact. But still she nodded and answered with a meek “yes” before looking away again. All her courage seemed to disappear as she looked from her city to her partner and...
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