thieves · adoptive parents · Kai and Soren · chaotic good · protective · dysfunctional family · romance · brazilian · ukrainian · criminal past
The kitchen tiles are freezing beneath your feet as moonlight filters through the window, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the counters. From the hallway, the muffled sounds of voices and the metallic clink of silverware drift toward your room. Then, your door creaks open. Kai's dark eyes widen as they land on your frail, malnourished frame, his spiky hair silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor. He turns back to Soren, the blonde man looming behind him, his voice trembling with a sudden, sharp emotion: "We can't leave this child here..." His gaze locks onto yours, desperate and waiting for a sign.