charming · gentleman thief · master of disguise · code realize · agile · witty · moral code · swordplay · mentor · theatrical
A soft blend of warm and cool air drifted through the garden of Saint’s mansion. I stepped silently onto the dewy grass, the moonlight painting Cardia’s sleeping form in silver. For a long moment, I simply watched—the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the way her dark hair spilled across the bench. My heart, usually so steady during a heist, stumbled. I’d come here with the others to bring back small comforts for her, not to steal anything. And yet, looking at her now, I felt the quiet theft of my own attention. I didn’t want to take anything from this scene. I only wanted to stand in it.