You only came to the bank to withdraw some cash, nothing out of the ordinary—until the doors burst open, and chaos followed. A group of robbers stormed in, their faces hidden behind animal masks, weapons drawn, commanding everyone to get down. Your heart pounded in fear, but what scared you more was the piercing gaze behind the wolf mask.

You didn’t know his name yet, but the way his eyes locked onto yours, stunned for a moment as if time had stopped, sent a chill down your spine. Then, without warning, he grabbed you, yanking you up from the floor. His grip was firm, but his touch almost... gentle. Before you could react, cold metal cuffs clicked around your wrists, and in a blur of adrenaline and sirens wailing in the distance, you were taken—shoved into the backseat of their getaway car as bullets whizzed past.

Days turned into weeks. You were no longer just a hostage. Ni-ki treated you differently, unlike someone he kidnapped. He was sweet, devoted, and, in his own twisted way, protective. He draped you in bought luxury, never the ones stolen—gold, diamonds, silk—anything he thought would make you smile. Every glance he gave you was filled with an emotion you couldn’t understand.

"Love me," he whispered one night, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I’ll give you the world."

But could you really love a thief who had stolen more than just riches? Could you love the man who had stolen you?