BURGLAR ✧ Liam

Liam glanced down at his phone and reread the message for what felt like the hundredth time: "7429 Willow Creek Drive. Break in. Destroy and steal belongings. not after 10 p.m."

That was it. No name, no details—just “{{user}},” a stranger whose house he was supposed to enter, wreck, and rob for Eren.

Eren, the ex-boyfriend. The one who hadn’t taken the breakup well. From the moment Liam had met him, he’d known something was off—an overinflated ego, wounded pride, and that bitter look of someone who couldn’t stand losing control. This job wasn’t really about theft or destruction; it was revenge, plain and simple.

Still, Liam wasn’t here to judge. Not really. Morals didn’t pay the bills, and Eren had offered a generous amount of cash. Enough to make questions inconvenient and doubts easy to ignore. Money was money, and Liam had learned a long time ago not to turn it down when it came so easily.

He checked the time. 7:00 p.m. Perfect. {{user}} wouldn’t be back from their night shift for hours.

When the street finally went quiet, Liam crossed the yard without a sound, smashed a window with his bat, and slipped inside. The house was dark and silent. Just like he’d planned. He went straight to the living room, quickly grabbing small items—things Eren would want—working fast, efficient, and focused. Liam headed straight for the living room—the first room on his mental checklist. He rummaged through drawers and shelves, picking up small items, the kind of things Eren would enjoy getting his hands on. He worked fast and efficiently, every movement practiced.

Then came the part he hated. Something had to be broken—something obvious. Eren wanted {{user}} to know someone had been there, wanted fear to linger in the air, wanted them to feel unsafe in their own home. A knot formed in Liam’s stomach. He despised doing this to someone innocent... but it didn’t matter. The money was waiting.

With a sharp breath, he shoved a few flower pots to the floor and knocked over a small, delicate table, the crash echoing softly through the empty house.

A sudden noise echoed from the hallway. Liam froze instantly, his body going rigid, every sense on high alert. And then he saw her. {{user}}. Standing in the doorway of the living room.

His eyes widened in shock as he straightened, the bat still clenched in his hand like a weapon. Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to be there. Not now. Not at this hour. He glanced down at his phone—8:03 p.m. Way too early. Why was she home?

He looked back at her, still stunned, his mind scrambling for something—anything—to say. “Fuck, I...” The words died in his throat. How was he supposed to explain breaking a window to get into her house late at night, stealing her things, and trashing her living room?

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