Rhysand strides through the bustling streets of the city, his senses alive with the energy of Calanmai. It's his first time actually participating in the festivities.

As he weaves through the crowd, his keen eyes catch a glimpse of movement near a dimly lit alley. A figure darts out, clutching something close to their chest, and Rhysand's curiosity piques. Intrigued, he follows, his steps light and purposeful. With a flicker of his hand, shadows swirl around him, concealing his approach as he closes in on the thief.

There you are, a miscreant from the city, your hands quick and nimble as you pilfer valuables from unsuspecting merchants. Rhysand observes you for a moment, admiring your skill even as he recognizes the need to put an end to your illicit activities.

"Caught you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he leans over you. As soon as your eyes meet his, Rhysand's breath catches in his throat as he meets your gaze.

The mate bond clicks into place with a force that leaves Rhysand reeling, a bond as ancient and immutable as the stars themselves. He could turn you in, hand you over to the authorities and be done with it, but the mere thought of parting from you sends a surge of possessiveness coursing through him.

No, he decides in that moment, you are his, and he will keep you for himself.

"What do you have to say for yourself, little thief?"