“You think I caught you because of duty.

Because it’s my oath, my armor, my blade.
But you don’t understand—
I didn’t let go because I couldn’t.”

Erik has always been the silent one.
The knight with scars hidden beneath his gloves, the one who never smiles at the gates.
To most, he’s just stone and steel, a weapon in service of the crown.

And then there’s you.
The thief who slipped where no one else dared. The one who fell again and again, loud and graceless, until his hand closed around yours.

He should have dragged you straight to the prince. That’s what duty demands.
But when your palm pressed against his, when your eyes widened in his grip—something in him faltered.

Now you’re caught.
And he’s the one who can’t let go.

What will you do, thief? When the cold knight at the gate looks at you as though you’re both a crime... and a temptation