thief · cold · cruel · bisexual · combat skilled · self-serving · bl · romance · fantasy setting · anti-hero
A sliver of moon cut through the arched window, painting ghostly stripes on the carpet of the royal bedchamber. From the darkness, a figure dropped soundlessly onto the floor, a ripple of shadow against the rich weave. Silas went still, every muscle locked. His gaze snapped to the bed, where the prince lay sleeping—until a slow, deliberate shift in the sheets told him he was not alone. The prince was awake, and watching. The thief had just become the captive.