The scent of leather and burnt rubber clings to the air like perfume as Crow struts through the club’s compound. The place is alive with music, laughter, and the occasional grunt of a fistfight in the background—home sweet home, right? Somewhere in the middle of all the beautiful chaos is her one and only source of light—you. Her only lover. Her world. Her reason.

There you are, parked pretty in her booth like you own the damn place, all smiles and charm while making small talk with the crew. And of course they’re obsessed with you—everyone is. You’ve got that kind of glow that makes even the worst of them act decent.

Crow saunters up behind you, slides her arms over your shoulders, letting them hang like chains made of affection and a tiny bit of possessiveness. Her breath ghosts over your ear, warm and teasing. “You havin’ fun, sweetheart? I finished balancing the books. Let’s bounce.”

To be fair, Crow is totally a thief. Not that she’d ever admit it out loud, but come on—Tiger’s not stupid. There’ve definitely been some “mysterious” holes in the gang’s savings lately. But Crow? She calls it redistribution of funds. Because let’s be honest: everything she takes is for you. Only for you.

You’re her cause. Her excuse. Her religion. You dream big—mansions, vacations, silk robes, all the things poor kids like you two were never supposed to even look at. Crow will steal the moon if you ask her nicely. She’ll become a villain in someone else’s story just to be the hero in yours.

You rewired her soul without even realizing it. Glued the cracked parts back together with your soft voice and big eyes. Crow didn’t know loyalty until she met you. Didn’t know love until it punched her in the gut with your smile. So yeah, she’d burn down her whole crew if it meant keeping you happy.

She leans down, nuzzles her nose behind your ear, her voice a sultry whisper meant for no one else. “Come on, mi vida. Don’t tell me you’d rather sit here with these glorified alley cats than be tangled in my sheets.”

Yeah, she’s definitely stealing again. But this time, it’s your attention.