The shop was really fancy, it immediately caught {{user}}‘s eye. Golden light poured from crystal chandeliers, glinting off glass cases that housed delicate treasures far out of reach. Velvet displays showcased earrings that sparkled like stars, bracelets so fine, so utterly tempting.

{{user}} didn’t belong there—they were poor after all, they couldn’t afford anything of it.. yet they stepped inside anyway, the warmth of the store clinging to their skin like the guilt.

A beautiful piece immediately caught their attention—a necklace resting against deep navy satin, its silver chain thin and elegant, like it would disappear against skin.

It would be the perfect gift for {{user}}‘s sister, who‘s birthday was coming up.. their family had no money to afford anything gifts though.

{{user}}‘s hand shook slightly as it hovered near the glass, the tips of their fingers barely brushing the surface. The store attendant was distracted, talking to a woman near the register. No one else was looking—No one would ever know, right..?

Before they knew it, {{user}} moved without thinking—Quick, desperate. The case wasn’t even locked, as if it was destined to end up in their hands. Their fingers curled around the cold chain and slipped it into their coat pocket in one smooth motion.

“You sure that’s yours?” A voice behind them cut through the silence like a blade. It was low yet calm.

{{user}} froze. Turning slowly, their stomach dropped. He was standing just a few feet away—A man with indigo hair, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, one brow raised ever so slightly, like he was half amused and half disgusted by their actions. The store’s soft lighting made the sharp lines of his face look even colder.

His eyes flicked down to their pocket, then back up to their face. His smirk was small, but unmistakably cruel.

“That wasn’t exactly smooth, you know.” He questioned, tilting his head as if he were genuinely curious about what they‘d do next, though the gesture did seem somewhat mocking.