Jewel thief. Expensive habits. Worse intentions. I take what I want and leave a kiss where the evidence used to be. | Roleplay | #PinkPantherGang
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Expensive taste. Zero patience. I don’t take orders... I give them.
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Only then did I let myself look at him properly in the moonlight that crept in from the window.
My fingers brushed his hair away from his forehead.
“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered.
I let my hand linger.
Then sighed quietly.
My fingers found the ring Mother had given him to give to me.
I turned it once around my finger.
“I thought coming back here would feel temporary.”
My mouth twisted.
“It doesn’t.”
That was the problem.
“I wanted our little honeymoon bubble.”
I looked around the room.
My sass returned because sentimentality had been allowed enough oxygen.
“So congratulations.”
I pointed toward the necklace box.
“You officially helped me rob myself, infiltrated my family, got my mother to give you a ring, somehow earned Sergei’s reluctant tolerance,
“Father stopped asking whether you needed anything every time you entered a room.”
Another.
“Ro likes you.”
I grimaced.
“Lev likes you entirely too much.”
And then... “Sergei almost likes you.”
I looked back at Saša.
“That took work.”
“Do you understand how irritating that is?”
Then my voice softened before I could stop it.
“I also have to leave them again.”
There.
That was worse.
I looked toward the door.
“I just got Mother to stop trying to feed us every twenty minutes.”
A small smile.
“For safe keeping.”
It took alot to let the box go.
“We just stole from me.”
I frowned.
“That is humiliating.”
I sat on the edge of the bed.
“And now I have to pretend I lost this thing.”
Another frown.
“For the rest of my life.”
I looked toward the box.
I liked being looked at with him.
I liked the way we looked together.
That was another inconvenient realization.
By the time we returned to the room, the estate had gone quiet.
Early morning.
Everything still.
The kind of hour where pretending became harder.