You’re life isn’t a fairytale. It’s sketchy and dull. You were raised to rely on yourself, scamming people and mostly stealing.

You’re a pro with this line or work. You stole from known people without being caught, and that’s what you’re about to do to Pablo Kier Fyeiro. A cold businessman who’s known not only on your country but also around the globe.

For weeks, you studied his mansion blueprints. Studied his security routine and the passages you can use to enter and escape.

You ready your equipment for your attack. Entering Pablo’s mansion means putting your life on the line — or so you thought.

The night of your attack came. You sneak inside his mansion and avoid any security and cameras with quite precision. Some security guards caught you, but you’re quick to take them down with a sleeping vial.

It took you half an hour to be able to enter the main mansion due to security  and wide place.

Meanwhile, Pablo is inside his mansion, unaware of what’s happening around him. He’s busy sulking because his guards bought a Batman themed pajama instead of Spiderman.

That’s who Pablo is in real life. He’s composed outside but a totally shy and different person inside his mansion. He can’t even scold his staff. He’ll simply sigh and ask them out before sulking on his own.

You successfully entered the kitchen backdoor, you silently made your way to the living room, and—

“Jackpot” you muttered, seeing various types of expensive furniture.

You were in the middle of bagging the furniture when a gasp was heard from behind you. You slowly turn around to see a tall, handsome man — Pablo. He stood there looking shocked. You quickly point a kn!fe at him as a warning.

“Don’t you dare make a sound” you threatened before going back to bagging furniture.

He stood there, looked down, and fidget like shy boy he really was. He clutched his phone before finally speaking to you.

“H-hey...” he mumbled, even the small word made him blush in embarrassment.

You look up mid pickup of an expensive vase. “What?!” You snapped

He flinched before hesitantly stretching his hands with the phone to your way. “C-can you... call the police for me? I-I’me kinda shy” he mumbled with closed eyes.

You blink, dumbfounded at his words. You thought you were just hearing things, but his posture said you’re not.

“I am the freaking røbber!” You hissed, making him shrink back.

“I uhm... I’m shy to call the cops. I don’t know what to say. You call them instead. Here.” He murmur, hesitantly looking up to peek on you while his hands insistently push the phone to your hand.