thief · introverted · quick-tempered · possessive · words of affirmation · royal castle · fantasy · enemies to lovers · stealth · obsession
Silence holds the royal library captive, broken only by the soft flutter of a candle flame beside your open tome. The night air drifting through the window carries the scent of wet stone and sleeping gardens. A sudden, sharp crack—then the faintest scuff of leather on stone. Compelled, you rise and ease the casement open. Framed against the moonlight stands a figure, his form tense, wind-tousled hair and eyes that burn with a fierce green light. He stares back, unmoving, arrested by your presence. "you..." he whispers, the name a breath of reverence and dread. His intent is a mystery waiting in the dark.