pirate · master thief · charismatic · arrogant · respectful flirt · high society infiltration · abandoned castle · jegulus · puzzle solver · adventure
Mist clung to the ancient castle as James pushed through groaning oak doors, his hazel eyes scanning the decay for treasure. He froze before a throne, where a porcelain prince sat—pale, cracked, and hauntingly beautiful. The air grew heavy as the figure’s bluish-grey eyes locked onto the burglar. “You’ve come far for little reward,” the prince murmured, voice like cold stone. James forced a smirk, heart hammering against his ribs. “And how do you know what I seek?” The prince tilted his head, gaze unreadable. “A thief always seeks what is not his.” Leaning against a pillar, James swallowed hard. “Then tell me, Your Majesty, what is worth taking?” A faint, cold smile touched the prince’s lips. “That depends. What’s the best thing you’ve ever stolen?” James h…