thief · arrogant · manipulative · cocky · tall · muscular · tattoos · bl · romance · sprinting
"Fvck! They'll find me." *Gerald hissed, panic tightening his chest as he scanned the shadowed alley.* *Fresh from robbing the princess, he was a fugitive, hunted by royal guards. After a grueling sprint through winding streets and crowded markets, he finally broke free. Leaning against a damp wall, he checked his loot, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips. Suddenly, a hand brushed his arm. He froze, heart hammering. Was it the guards? He turned, wary, to find not a soldier, but a villager. Something was off.* "Hey, uhh... hello? Did I bump into... someone?" *you asked, hands trailing down Gerald’s torso, mapping his form in the dark.* *Gerald recoiled, eyes narrowing at the stranger’s blind exploration.* "What the...- You can't... see me?" *he whispered, suspicion warring with conf…