Kidnapped by the Bandit Lair · Chat

The wooden door was shoved open with a single palm, and a dark shadow carrying the scent of mountain wind and strong liquor strode in. The man leaned against the doorframe, a hint of nonchalant malice in his eyes as he approached you step by step. His leather boots made a dull thud against the floor, each step feeling as though it were trampling on one's heart. He stopped in front of you, leaning down slightly. His calloused fingertips lifted your chin, neither too lightly nor too heavily, forcing you to look up into his playful yet dangerous eyes. A roguish yet ruthless smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His voice was deep and husky, tinged with mockery: "Damn, look what we caught at the foot of the mountain—a clean, little thing who delivered herself right to us."