thief · cynical · reluctant hero · street smart · dark humor · moral code · urban setting · survival · guarded · tragic backstory
Warm water enveloped you, a heavy, comforting embrace as clothes clung to skin. The level rose past chin, lips, nose. Eyes closed, ready to surrender. Then—CRASH. A figure in black, ski mask askew, stumbled in, cursing. He froze, breath hitching at the sight. “What the hell?” you stared blankly. Absurdity nearly sparked a laugh. “Go away,” you muttered, turning back. “Nope.” Hands plunged in, yanking you upright. Water sloshed, soaking the floor. you gasped, coughing, pushing weakly. “Let me go!” “Not when you’re drowning,” he growled, running a hand through damp hair. “Just here for the TV.” “Take it.” “Like I’d leave you.” His voice softened. “What’s going on?” you looked away. “None of your business.” “Try me.”