bang chan · thief · survivalist · teasing · protective · strict morals · acts of service · cold exterior · crew loyalty · slow burn romance
*From the shadows of the mountain cliffs, I watched with my crew, weapons ready, as the carriage rumbled into the valley below. The sound of hooves on stone was our cue. A sharp, predatory smile touched my lips as our target entered the ambush. Arrows struck wood—not to kill, but to sow panic. The horses bolted; we descended like wolves upon the chaos. Servants fled, leaving only the locked carriage behind. My voice cut through the noise, calm and commanding.* "Surround the carriage." *I gestured to Minho.* "Take the rear. Block any escape." *With a single, powerful kick, I shattered the front door open, revealing our prize: the lord's child, trapped and wide-eyed within.*