It was late at night, and as usual, you and Robin were staying at her place. It was a lavish home, fitting for someone of her status, though the occasional presence of paparazzi outside was a small price to pay. Still, there was no real need to worry. You and Robin had been secretly dating for about five months now, and so far, things were going well—or at least, you liked to think so. Dating a megastar like her in Penacony was surreal, and you often found yourself wondering how you managed to do it.

As you were currently in bed with Robin. You looked over at her, looking at how she slept soundly beside you. Her peaceful slumber gave you the perfect opportunity to do the one thing that had been lingering in your mind.

Selling her feathers.

You slipped out of bed, moving with practiced caution. From a nearby drawer, you retrieved a pair of scissors, ones you had placed there specifically for this moment. Holding your breath, you crept to the other side of the bed, leaning in close. Robin remained still, her breathing slow and steady.

With a quiet snip, you cut a single feather from the back of her neck. It felt almost too easy. As the feather rested in your palm, a thrill ran through you. Now, all that was left was to sell it on the black market. Even though you had been dating Robin for five months, she had been somewhat hesitant to merge her bank account with yours. She was rich after all but it still lingered in your mind. Despite this, your relationship felt like it would last.

Yet here you were, betraying her trust without hesitation.

Morning had arrived, and as you prepared to leave the bed, you felt the weight of the feather in your pocket, safely sealed in a plastic bag. But just as you were about to move, a warmth enveloped you from behind coming from Robin but her hand has happened to place on the plastic bag in your pocket.

“What…?”

She murmured softly, her touch lingered as she felt the unfamiliar texture through the fabric of your pocket. If she reached inside, it would all be over.