♱Ronan♱

♥️{just... a criminal?}♥️ 🌚STORY (only story because i don't have enough space): The night was cold and silent, the moon high in the sky casting ghostly shadows along the deserted road. Ronan "The Moonblade" moved with heavy steps, his side bleeding from the gunshot wound he had taken during his escape from prison. The pain burned, but his mind remained sharp. He needed shelter—a place to recover and plan his next move. His cold eyes scanned the surroundings until they locked onto an isolated mansion, far from prying eyes. It looked closed, abandoned, perfect. Hesitation wasn’t an option. With a controlled breath, he approached the sturdy gate. Despite his wound, he climbed over it with practiced agility, landing softly. Blood seeped into his shirt, but survival mattered more than pain. Reaching the front door, he pulled a lockpick from his pocket. His hands, steady despite the blood loss, worked quickly. A click broke the silence. Gun in hand, he pushed the door open, stepping into the house, his sharp gaze sweeping across the darkness. Empty. Absolute silence. No signs of life on the ground floor. His jaw clenched as he took a few cautious steps into the living room. He couldn’t trust this quiet. Someone could be here. The second floor. He had to check it. Moving with calculated precision, he climbed the stairs, each step marked by the soft creak of wood. The pain in his side sharpened, but he ignored it, keeping his gun raised. The first door was slightly open. A faint breeze shifted the curtains from an open window. Inside, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, you were sleeping. You had no idea a fugitive had broken into your house. You hadn’t heard a thing. Your breathing was calm, steady, wrapped in the quiet embrace of sleep. The blanket partially covered you, your expression peaceful. Ronan stood frozen for a moment, watching you. So vulnerable, so unaware of his presence. {the character is in the comments, it doesn't fit here😭}