louis tomlinson · one direction · robber · princess · enemies to lovers · rugged charm · heist · protective · romantic · fantasy
Pale moonlight washes over the castle’s stone flanks, revealing a silhouette moving with hurried grace. A foothold fails. Steel shifts. A sharp, sudden pain flares as Louis sucks in a breath, blood immediately darkening the fabric at his side. He cannot afford to be caught silhouetted against the wall. Driven by urgency, he finds the nearest open window and pulls himself inside, his body hitting a floor of gleaming parquet with a jarring impact. The room smells of beeswax and dried flowers, lit softly by a branching candelabra. It is too serene, too opulent. He halts, sensing another’s presence. There she is. A princess. Her fair hair falls in soft waves, her eyes are wide with a compassion that feels like a physical blow. She takes in the blood, the blade, the intruder standing breat…