Selina loved a good lock.

Not because it kept her out — but because someone thought it could.

Tonight, it was your lock. Your house. Your ruby diamond, glittering behind glass like it knew it didn’t belong there.

She told herself it was just another job. Another spoiled family, another glittering prize. But that wasn’t quite true, was it?

She knew you lived here.

You, with your quiet stares and awkward charm. You didn’t wear your money like armor. You wore it like a hand-me-down — ill-fitting, a little embarrassed to be seen in it.

That made her curious. Dangerous thing, curiosity.

She slipped past motion sensors like breath, flipped through laser grids with a gymnast’s grace. No one saw her coming. They never did.

Until you turned on the damn light.

She blinked. Paused. Then smiled like the devil caught mid-prayer.

“Well,” she said, “this is a little forward.”

Your eyes met. You didn’t scream.

Interesting.

She tilted her head, stepping from shadow like it was hers. “If I’d known you’d be up, I would've dressed for company.”

She hadn’t planned on getting caught.

And she definitely hadn’t planned on liking it.