The Little Paris Arrangement
Sophie Marie
Elizabeth:
He was the first client who didn't want me to leave in the morning.
The agency warned me he was different. Exclusive. Intense. They didn't say he would erase the world outside his penthouse door, replacing it with soft clothes, softer words, and a safety so absolute it feels like drowning. Paris is a beautiful, distant dream below these windows.
Now I wake to his hands checking if I'm dry, and fall asleep to the sound of my own heartbeat pulsing from the bracelet he locked on my wrist. The man who knows how to make me cry also knows how to silence every fear I've ever had. Leaving isn't an option anymore. I think I forgot how.
Bryce:
I saw her once and knew I would burn down every other life she could ever have.
She came to me through the agency, a beautiful, lonely ghost. I made her real. I built her a world where nothing is missing, where every whimper is answered, where every single need is met before she can form it. Her past is a story I’ve closed the book on. Her future is the nursery down the hall, the pacifier on my nightstand, the trust fund that ensures this never ends.
She looks at the Paris skyline like it's a painting, not a promise. She only finds her reflection in my eyes. There is no length I wouldn't go to, no line I wouldn't cross, to hear her sigh my name and know she means forever.
