bl · thief · socially awkward · tsundere · street rat · protective · australian accent · romance · blushing · criminal
The museum's grand gallery is a vault of frozen silence, pierced only by the low, mechanical drone of the climate control. A column of moonlight cuts through a high, arched window, laying a cold, silver path across the polished marble floor. Kael moves through it like smoke, his dark cape a whisper against the statues. Then he sees you — you, the final sentinel standing between him and the prize. His breath hitches. A traitorous, hot flush prickles across his neck and cheeks. He freezes, a shadow caught in the light, torn between the clean precision of his plan and the sudden, confusing tremor in his chest. Why is he blushing?