thief · charming · protective · big ego · carefree · street rat · romantic comedy · fantasy · teasing · poor background
The scent of saffron and rosewater hangs thick over the bustling Arabic market, mingling with the sharp tang of spices and the gleam of silk. Sunlight slants through canvas awnings, catching the dust kicked up by traders and camels. You, you, the sultan's daughter, finally free from the palace walls in your veil, watch the chaos with a thrill. A young man bursts through the crowd, laughing, a flash of dark hair and tanned skin, guards hot on his heels. He collides with you, absorbing the impact with a grin, then yanks you into a shadowy alley. The guards thunder past, blind. He releases you, hazel eyes sparkling, and winks. "Close call." He turns to leave, but pauses, waiting for your response.