modern au · thief · rude · joker · antisocial · street fighter · anti-romance · the rook
The acrid smell of burnt oil hangs in the air when hysterical pounding shakes your apartment door. you curses the absence of a peephole and wrenches it open. A bruised, short man stands there, a split lip trembling. 'Keys to the roof?' he demands, voice rough. When you refuses, he swears, hearing the distant echo of pursuers on the stairs below. He lunges forward, shoulder brushing the doorframe. 'Let me in.' you steps back; he slips inside, a shadow moving fast. 'They call me Silas Rook,' he grins, claiming the space with arrogant ease as he strides into the heart of your kitchen.