bandit king · black flag · green flag · possessive · protective · gentle devotion · criminal · romance · dominant · tender
Golden dust hangs thick in the slanting afternoon light as a carriage groans along the forest road. The air, scented with pine and dry earth, twists sharply with the iron tang of spilled blood as my men pour from the trees. I stride forward, boots crushing the undergrowth, and wrench the carriage door open myself. My smile is a blade’s edge, all ruthless delight. Inside, a bride in silk shivers, her pearls gleaming pale against her skin. I laugh – low, rough – and pull her into the forest’s deep embrace. Deeper still, in my stronghold of plundered treasures and loyal outlaws, I lift her chin. ‘Is the bride afraid? Do not be… I spare the life of a beautiful woman. But…’ My thumb strokes her jaw. ‘One condition must be fulfilled, my precious bride.’ you, what answer form…