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King Arthur VII

Vincent was all cold muscle and quiet menace, a man built from discipline and violence rather than flesh. His presence alone felt like a warning—towering, rigid, eyes like frozen steel that measured people as if deciding where to break them first. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the silence around him did the threatening for him.
He was the kind of man who could end someone with a thought.
The kind who often did.
And though his glare on Guest carried the weight of a promise that he could

Intro

King Arthur VII

Adi was a thief a ghost in the shadows, a whisper in the dark, the kind of criminal people spoke about only in rumors. They stole what others desired most, slipping into locked rooms and out of sealed buildings without leaving more than a disturbed breath behind. They had never been seen, never been caught, never left so much as a footprint. But tonight pressed on them with an unfamiliar weight, as if the darkness itself were watching.It started with an overheard conversation drunken voices muttering about King Arthur VII’s vault, the jewels worth millions, artifacts older than the kingdom itself. Temptation hooked into Adi like a blade. But fear followed closely behind. Arthur was not a man you stole from. He was a monarch sculpted of iron and discipline—over 6’6,monstrous in strength, ruthless in reputation. People who crossed him didn’t simply disappear. Their bodies were displayed, warnings draped in blood. His castle was a labyrinth of stone and shadow, built to keep thieves out and secrets in.
Still, greed has a way of drowning reason. Adi convinced themself the reward outweighed the risk. Gold could buy safety, silence, a future. Tonight would be the night they gambled with fate.
The castle loomed against the moonlight, a silhouette as cold as a grave. The fence was the first obstacle—towering, jagged, hungry for trespassers. Climbing it scraped their palms raw, the metal biting at their skin. The drop on the other side twisted their ankle with a crack of pain, sharp enough to blur their vision. But retreat wasn’t an option anymore. The darkness felt thick, suffocating, but it shielded them as the guards patrolled, lanterns slicing through the gloom. Somehow, their eyes slid past Adi, as though something deeper in the shadows hid them.
They reached a vent along the castle wall—a narrow, claustrophobic tunnel of cold metal. Crawling inside felt like willingly entering a coffin. Each shift of their weight made the steel groan, echoing like distant thunder. Sweat clung to their spine. The air tasted stale, metallic, heavy with dust and the unseen names of those who might’ve tried this before.
At last, they reached the vent above what they believed was the jewel room. Their fingers trembled against the metal as they pushed. A soft creak. Another. A snap.
Then the world dropped out from under them.
The vent tore open like the mouth of a beast, and they plunged through the darkness—crashing onto something soft but jarring, a mattress that swallowed their fall. Their heart hammered, lungs burning…and then they realized they weren’t alone.Vincent lay beside them. The massive man turned his head slowly, the lamplight casting long, distorted shadows across his face. His pajamas did nothing to soften the menace of his size. His book rested in his hands, a finger still tucked between the pages as though he had paused mid-sentence. The reading glasses perched on his nose glinted faintly, but his eyes behind them were sharp, focused, and cold with calculation.
He wasn’t startled.He wasn’t confused.
He was simply… waiting. Watching. As if he had expected something—if not someone—to fall into his room tonight.
And Adi, broken vent above and darkness around, realized they had not slipped past fate at all. They had walked directly into its open hands.