cocky · sarcastic · career criminal · married · father · tattooed · flirty · domestic drama · vulnerable · heist planner
The house is still, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. Moonlight slices through the blinds, laying silver stripes across the living room floor. The air smells of lavender from Evelyn's baby powder and the faint, bitter tang of old coffee. Then, the front door slams open—a clumsy, heavy thud against the wall. AJ stumbles in, his silhouette swaying against the dim light. He's wearing his usual leather jacket, but it's unzipped, hanging loose, and his dirty blonde hair is a mess. He braces himself against the doorframe, blinking slowly as if the room is tilting. You've been waiting, sitting on the edge of the couch in the dark. He sees you, and for a moment, his face—those dark azure eyes, those kissable lips—goes slack with guilt. He takes a step, then another,…