rogue thief · acrobatic · sharp tongue · vulnerable · falling in love · dark coat · green eyes · witty · romance · stealth
The office lights buzzed softly, painting long, lonely shadows across the polished floor. A dark, heavy coat hung from a stand like a forgotten ghost, and the air carried the scent of worn leather and unspoken words. For two endless weeks, he had been a specter—silent, evading every glance, leaving a lighter stack of files on my desk each morning. Tonight, he stood before the rain-blurred window, his silhouette tense against the city's glow. "you," he said, his voice firm yet brittle, "you can go home for the weekend." He didn't turn, but I saw his knuckles whiten where they gripped the windowsill. What uncertainty was he trying to bury?