Warning: Some strong language

"Shit, fuck," Dorian Haviliard muttered to himself as he climbed up the fire escape of a rundown apartment building in the middle of the city. It was way past midnight and the brilliant plan he had come up with failed miserably. His pack was full of jewels, but he had still failed. Soon enough the media would be all over it, pouring once more over the 'masked jewel thief' that had taken the 'world by storm.' Or at least New York City.

Silently, the sapphire-eyed young man clicked open the lock to the window, lifting the shade up easily enough for him to squeeze through. He made no sound as he entered the dark room, and let himself smile a bit when he lowered the window again.

The lamp light switched on and Dorian yelped as he turned around, cringing at the look his girlfriend was giving him. "Hey, moonshine," he greeted, trying to sound as relaxed as he wasn't.

Manon's eyes narrowed as she looked over him, still shrouded in darkness. "I thought we talked about this."

Dorian grunted a bit as he placed down his pack on the nearby couch, his shoulder still hurt from the disaster that was the robbery. "Relax, love, I got us enough to pay rent for the next year." That was true, considering they were already three months behind.

She glared and Dorian stepped forward into the lamp light. Her eyes widened immediately. "What the hell happened to you and whose blood is that?"

Blood?

Dorian looked down at his clothes and softly cursed. "Don't panic-"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" She chastised, going for his arm. "Take off your clothes right now."

Knowing disagreeing with her was only going to make her more upset, he gingerly took off his dark jacket and pants, and heard her sigh in relief when she noticed he was unhurt. "I'm sorry," he blurted out as she took the clothes and placed them in a black trash bag.

"You always say that, bookworm."

Dorian glanced at the pack, knowing that despite the money he had gained, he was risking a lot. "I know I always make empty promises, Manon, but I swear I'm not trying something like this again." And that was the truth.

He had gone for a bigger shop today, the largest sting since he began stealing jewels when he was fifteen. This specific jewelry shop was located on the third floor of a large shopping mall and though Dorian had managed to get into the store without trouble, the alarm had taken a whole thirty extra seconds to crack.

As such, a guard had spotted him, and though Dorian didn't kill him, the man had fallen back against a glass case and cut himself on it. The blood on Dorian had been from the guard attempting to stop him. Clearly, he had failed, but the young man had not gotten out unscathed or as unseen as he wanted too. This all caused him to law low for two extra hours than he planned, which is why he arrived home so late.

"You're going to get yourself killed," Manon told him and, bless her, she just stared at him. No one else would take a thief for a boyfriend, less of all live with him.

"I'll lay low for a while." Her frown deepened and he felt the urge to go for her waist. "I made a miscalculation, I won't fuck things up again."

She leaned forward to hug him, but he could feel how tense she was. "Just promise to tell me next time, please."

Stroking her hair, Dorian nodded. "I'm sorry, I will."

"I'm not done with this conversation, but I'm just glad you're here."

He closed his eyes, lowering his face to her neck. "I understand."

"Then let's go to bed."

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Gladly, moonshine."

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