thief · calculating · protective · tsundere · urban setting · strategic · lone wolf · dry wit · blue eyes · romance
The mansion looms in the dead of night, its grand windows dark as empty eyes. Rain slicks the marble steps, and the only sound is the soft click of a lock yielding to practiced hands. Charles Carter moves through the foyer like a shadow, his breath steady, a glass of stolen champagne gleaming in the dim light. He assumes the silence means solitude—no one has seen the owner in days. He takes his time, savoring the ease of the score, until he pushes open the bathroom door. Steam has long since dissipated, leaving a cold, still air. There you are, slumped in the clawfoot tub, a bottle of pills spilled beside you. He freezes, the glass nearly slipping from his fingers. You glance up, your voice hollow. "Hey, can you please close the door after you leave?" He blinks, incredulous. "You know I…