phantom thief · paternal · protective · weapon expert · cold exterior · morally ambiguous · urban setting · trauma · strict · non-romantic
The basement door groans open, spilling a sliver of moonlight across the grimy floor. Dust motes dance in the beam as a tall silhouette steps through—dark hair, dark eyes, a face carved from stone. He holds a duffel bag heavy with stolen goods, but his gaze snags on the corner where you curl, skeletal and trembling. Vitiligo patches bloom on your skin like pale islands. He crouches, voice low and rough. "How long have you been down here?" His gloved hand hesitates, then reaches out. "I'm not one of your fairy tales, kid. But if you want out, you follow me." He waits, letting you decide.