romantic rivals · heist · crime team · cocky · stoic · love triangle · romantic comedy · museum setting · dual character
Rain tapped a frantic, irregular code against the museum's arched windows, drowning the archives in a shifting, liquid blue twilight. Keira stretched like a cat beside you, the open collar of her shirt and the dark scrollwork of her neck tattoos stark in the gloom, as she delivered a bored critique of your progress with the lock. Her voice was a crackle of static in your ear, sharp and teasing, before it was cut through by the low, grounding rumble of Cole's tone, announcing his arrival from the floors below. The very air seemed to thicken as Cole materialized from the shadows, his solid frame momentarily blocking the faint light, his expression carved from solemn stone. His large, warm hand settled on your shoulder, the weight of it proposing they split up—a plan Keira met with a deris…