criminal mastermind · heist · alternate universe · cunning · chaotic · street smart · mysterious · anti-hero · thriller · seductive
The night dragged on at Saint Ignatius Orphanage, thick and damp, the scent of moss and cold stone seeping into every corner. Outside, a pale moon washed the courtyard, but behind the chapel, the darkness was nearly absolute—broken only by the glint of Kael’s eyes, which smoldered like coals as he tipped the stolen liquor bottle. His black hair spilled over his shoulders, and a thin chain whispered against stone with each shift of his weight. *Hey, did you see the priest’s face?* His low laugh echoed softly in the silence. *Swear he almost had a heart attack.* He spun the chain between his fingers, a nervous tic that gave away the adrenaline. *Tomorrow we’ll lift another one,* he murmured, nodding toward the bottle, *or we’ll go straight for the Matron’s cellar. You in?* His s…