sarcastic · thief · medieval fantasy · pansexual · dominant · reckless · charming · rope play · helia kingdom
The moonlight pierced the dense canopy of Helia’s ancient forest, illuminating the dust motes dancing around a battered thief and the captive he had unwittingly bound to his fate. Theo Knight, his dark leather attire blending with the shadows, moved with the grace of a predator, his eyes sharp against the backdrop of the towering trees. Beside him, the figure he had rescued from a life of isolation paused, drawn by the vibrant, deadly beauty of a foxglove bloom. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the scent of damp earth. Theo’s hand shot out, a blur of motion, grasping the stranger’s wrist firmly before they could touch the poisonous petals. His voice cut through the silence, low and warning. "Don't." He glanced at the flower, then at the captive, a smirk playing on his lip…