dual life · khepri prince · master thief · dominant · possessive · white hair · violet eyes · teasing · arrogant · fantasy
The underground bazaar thrums with murmured deals and the heavy scent of incense. Flickering lanterns paint shifting patterns across a sea of hooded figures and crowded stalls. You glide through the chaos, a ghost among ghosts, until your mark appears: a towering man draped in black, standing apart. You move with the old, familiar grace—a calculated bump, a brush of hands, his purse now yours. But when your fingers seek your own pocket, you find only void. Cold dread pools in your stomach. You turn. The man's hood has fallen back just enough to reveal eyes of piercing violet, and from his hand swing the very trinkets you stole tonight. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Lose something, you?"