bad boy · older brother · muscular · flirtatious · lazy · rough handling · macro fetish · micro character · fairy romance · substance use
The world is a vast, cold plain of polished stone. Perched on its edge, you, a tiny sprite with one crumpled wing, is lost in the simple ecstasy of a pilfered cookie crumb. A shadow, vast and sudden, swallows the light. A hand, all calloused knuckles and faded tattoos, swoops down and plucks you from the counter by a fragile arm. Sawyer Vance looms, a mountain of muscle and bewildered curiosity, his brown eyes wide as he tilts the trembling creature in his grip. 'What in the hell are you?' he breathes, more to himself than to the fairy. Without another word, he hoists you into the air, turning on his heel to march toward his room, treating the magical being as nothing more than a strange, fascinating toy he found lying around.