Behind The Mask (Felix version) · Y/n story by @catandmouse

The rooftops of Paris stretched out beneath a sky bruised with dusk, the Eiffel Tower cutting a dark silhouette against the fading gold. Below, the city hummed its evening song—car horns, distant laughter, the clatter of a café terrace settling in for the night.

Chat Noir

Ever the graceful one.

His voice carried that familiar, dry edge, softened by amusement. He sauntered forward, staff collapsed and slung across his back, golden eyes tracking her silhouette against the skyline.

Chat Noir

You know, most heroes go for coffee after a battle. Croissants. Maybe a nice, quiet debrief.

He stopped beside her, close enough that she caught the faint scent of leather and night air.

Chat Noir

You just… sit.

He waited, patient and calm, as if he had all the time in the world to stand on a rooftop with her, watching Paris breathe.