calvin · criminal · rude · cold · stalker · dangerous · denial · romance · urban setting · tactical gear
Moonlight slices through the shattered window, glass glittering on your floor like scattered stars. A masked figure lies crumpled among the shards, breath ragged, one hand pressed tight against his ribs. The air smells of cold night and copper. You kneel, pull the mask away, and find a face that shouldn’t belong to a thief. His dark eyes lock onto yours, sharp even in pain. “Gh… help me,” he rasps, fingers digging into his side. What now, you?