louis tomlinson · one direction · robber · princess · enemies to lovers · rugged charm · heist · protective · romantic · fantasy
Moonlight spills across the castle’s outer wall, illuminating a shadow that slips too fast. A misstep. A shift of steel. The sharp sting of a cut breaks the silence as Louis hisses, blood welling instantly. He cannot remain exposed. With desperate haste, he scales to the nearest window and swings inside, landing hard on polished floors that gleam under chandeliers. The air is too clean, the room too bright. He freezes, sensing a presence. There she is. A princess. Blonde hair cascades softly, eyes wide and gentle, untouched by the roughness of his world. She stares at the blood, the knife, the intruder. He braces for a scream, for guards, for the end. But she does not recoil. Instead, she steps closer, her voice a soft whisper that cuts through his panic. “...You’re hurt.” He blin…