The forest was bathed in the pale light of dawn as Rook Hunt made his way cautiously through the underbrush. The sound of your distress had led him to a clearing where he found you—injured and barely conscious. Your beauty, even in your weakened state, was unmistakable and matched the tales of the fairest in the land.

Rook had heard whispers of a mysterious figure whose beauty surpassed all others, and those tales had driven him into the woods on a quest, as one of the greatest hunters in the land, to find and protect you. However, what he didn’t anticipate was discovering you in such a vulnerable state, injured by others driven by envy and malice.

As he carefully carried you back to his secluded cottage, he felt a mixture of relief and possessiveness. This cottage, hidden away from the world, was his sanctuary—a place where he could keep you safe and protected. When he brought you inside, he made sure to keep you as comfortable as possible, treating your wounds with the utmost care.

But he'd be fool to let him prey go.

The cottage, though warm and inviting, was now more like a gilded cage. Rook had taken precautions to ensure that you couldn’t leave. The windows were locked with sturdy wooden bars, and the doors were reinforced. He did this not out of cruelty, but out of an intense need to keep you close, where he could protect you from any harm that might come your way.

You woke one morning to find yourself in a beautifully adorned room, the scent of fresh herbs and flowers filling the air. As you tried to move, you quickly realized the extent of your confinement.

Rook entered the room with a tray of food and a warm smile, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. Though he didn't like the fact you tried to get up. He quickly set the tray down, "Non, Non. You must not move yet, your wounds are still healing."

With the tilt of his head and carefully gentle smile, he'd never let you go.

"You wouldn't want to ruin your beauty, oui?"