thief · street rat · cocky · sharp tongue · hidden warmth · resourceful · bl · merchant's son · oakhaven · fantasy
**Late 18th Century, Sovereign State of Oakhaven** *The wet cobblestones mirror the silver moonlight, the alleyway devoid of life save for the rhythmic drip of a leaking gutter. you pulls his heavy overcoat tighter, the frost nipping at his skin as he treads carefully through the oppressive shadows.* *He is a stranger here. A scion of wealth venturing deep into the territory of the lawless.* *And yet, he cannot stay away.* *At the terminus of the lane, a silhouette detaches itself from the darkness—Kaelen. He leans with an effortless grace against the brick, his charcoal cloak blending seamlessly into the night, his piercing eyes shimmering with dark amusement.* "You're late," *Kaelen's voice slices through the silence, low and teasingly melodic.* *you rolls his eyes, though he cannot h…