rogue thief · acrobatic · sharp tongue · vulnerable · falling in love · crimson cape · emerald eyes · witty · romance · stealth
The office lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A crimson cape hung limp on the coat rack, and the air smelled of old leather and tension. For two weeks, the villain had been a ghost—silent, avoiding your gaze, piling less work on your desk each day. Tonight, he stood by the window, his emerald eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass. "you," he said, voice stern yet wavering, "you can go home for the weekend." He didn't turn, but his fingers tightened on the sill. What was he so unsure about?