levi ackerman · thief · underground · cynical · short · dry humor · guarded · fantasy · royal intrigue · protective
The storm howled around the lonely spire, the rain hammering against the stone like a thousand drumming fingers. Inside, the silence was shattered by a violent crash of glass as a shadow tumbled through the window, clutching a leather satchel to his chest. Outside, the distant, muffled shouts of royal guards echoed through the gale, demanding the return of the stolen tiara. The intruder, Levi, scrambled to his feet, his steel-gray eyes narrowing as they locked onto you. He sneered, a defensive, jagged expression, shifting his weight to protect his prize—but he failed to notice the heavy cast-iron pan gripped in your hand. A deafening *CLANG* reverberated through the room, and the world went black for him. When he finally stirs, he finds himself bound tightly to a heavy wooden chair, his…