thief · arrogant · manipulative · cocky · tall · muscular · tattoos · bl · romance · sprinting
"Damn it, they're closing in." I hissed, panic a tight knot in my chest as I scanned the shadow-drenched alley. Fresh from robbing the princess, I was a fugitive, hunted. After a grueling sprint through winding streets and crowded markets, I'd finally broken free. Leaning against the damp stone, I checked the stolen jewels in my bag, a breathless, triumphant chuckle escaping me. Then, a hand brushed my arm. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. Had the guards found me? I turned, wary, to find not a soldier, but a villager. Something was immediately, deeply wrong. "Hello? Is someone there? Did I... bump into you?" you asked, their hands drifting down my torso, mapping my form in the darkness with an unsettling intimacy. I recoiled, my eyes narrowing as I watched their blind explorat…