A failed plan.

As Theovin approached the door, it opened and gave way for him to come in.

With his mate limp in his arms, Theovin carried her towards the bed where she had been just moments before.

The thought of losing her made Theovin's blood run cold. He couldn't bear to think of a life without her, not now that he finally found her and had her in his arms.

As he arranged her on the bed, he vowed to do whatever it took to keep her safe, no matter the cost.

For the first time since he had found her, Theovin took a moment to really look at her. Her clothes were threadbare, her hair unkempt.

He could see the bruises on her arms and the dark circles under her eyes.

And it hurt him right in the chest, when he saw how painfully thin she was.

He felt the urge to run out and catch a kill for her.

Extending his hand towards her head, Theovin felt a sudden rush of tenderness towards her. He could see the dirt and grime that coated her skin and hair, and felt a twinge of sympathy for the life she had been forced to lead.

As he slowly pushed away her black curls from her perfectly oval-shaped face, he noticed the sharp eyebrows which were furrowed right now, as if in pain or distress.

He paused for a moment, taking in the fragile beauty of the woman before him. Her features were delicate, yet strong, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

Despite the harshness of her life, there was a spark of resilience in her eyes that he found both inspiring and humbling.

Seeing that she seemed to have spent most of her life on the streets, the thought of it made him want to punish himself for not finding her earlier.

Perhaps if he had come to the human realm earlier, he would have been able to save her from the hell she had been forced to endure.

Looking at her like this made him feel sad, and all he wanted to do was to make her happy and do anything that she wished of him.

He could even burn down the human realm for her.

As his hand moved slowly downwards, his fingers grazed the delicate skin of her neck before finally coming to rest on her soft chin.

He couldn't help but gaze at her chapped pink lips, which despite their dryness still retained a mesmerizing allure that captivated his attention, even in her current state of vulnerability.

He couldn't resist the urge to run his right thumb over her lips, feeling their dryness against his skin.

The temptation to bend down slowly and wet those dried lips with a kiss was almost unbearable, but he knew he couldn't act on it.

He simply gazed at her lips, lost in the moment and unable to break free from the attraction that they held over him.

He jolted back with a sudden exclamation of "Ughhh!" and quickly removed his hands from her lips, as if he had been shocked by his own actions.

He stepped back from her, giving her space and trying to compose himself. 

He stood up and ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it up in frustration.

Walking towards the open window in the room, he tried to distract himself from the sweet temptation lying on the bed behind him.

As he gazed out of the window, the cool breeze brushed against his face, providing a momentary relief from the intensity of the situation.

He felt tormented by his attraction to her, knowing that he had to resist the temptation to act on his desires or risk the consequences of his actions.

Despite his internal conflict and turmoil, he remained steadfast in his resolve to do what was right.

The cold blast of air that came in through the window provided some relief and managed to calm his mind down a little.

However, amidst the calmness, there was someone else whose emotions refused to settle down.

As Theovin looked down, he was about to talk to his little brother, thinking that he was crazy, but suddenly he heard a soft groan of pain from behind him.

Swiftly turning back, he moved towards the bed and held her hands in his, trying to focus his attention away from her lips and onto her wellbeing.

Opening her eyes and trying to comprehend her surroundings, the first thing that came into Rosey's sight was a large man sitting uncomfortably close to her.

The man's most striking feature was his long, tousled blue hair that seemed to have a life of its own.

It was wild and scattered, with some strands held in place by a golden-looking jade pin that gleamed in the dim light.

Despite the chaos of his hair, the pin managed to add a touch of elegance to his appearance.

In addition to his wild blue hair, the man's black eyes caught her attention. They were an intense shade of blue, with a curious mix of gold and a subtle tint of red that was barely noticeable.

His eyes seemed to peer into her very soul, making her feel slightly uneasy. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he was, with such an unusual combination of eye colors.

Despite her apprehension, she found herself unable to look away from his striking gaze.

As she gazed into the man's captivating eyes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

He looked like a deity rather than a mere human, with his striking appearance and otherworldly features.

Rosey felt as though she was caught in a trance, unable to look away from his mesmerizing gaze. The man's sheer size only added to his imposing presence, as he was easily twice her size.

Despite his intimidating appearance, there was a certain magnetism about him that drew Rosey in and left her wanting to know more.

As Rosey tried to make sense of her surroundings, she suddenly realized that the man sitting in front of her was the same person she had encountered earlier in the alley.

He still had the striking golden armor-like feathers on his body, which seemed to glow in the dim light.

His black eyes were now replaced by the same captivating golden ones that she had noticed before. With a sudden realization, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

She had called him a 'Golden bird' in her mind earlier, not knowing that he was actually a man with such unusual features.

As Rosey chuckled, Theovin raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but Rosey quickly composed herself.

As soon as she remembered her situation. Rosey realized that she was supposed to be escaping and not wasting time observing her captor's appearance.

As Theovin looked into her eyes, he couldn't help but feel captivated by the emotions that were crossing them.

The forest-green color of her eyes seemed to shine with a mix of fear, desperation, and something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He found himself lost in her gaze, forgetting about everything else around him.

It was only when he heard her let out a yelp that he was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts.

With a sudden sense of urgency, he snapped out of his trance and got up from his seat, trying to figure out what had caused her to yelp.

Without giving her the chance to answer his question, Theovin moved even closer and firmly grasped her arms. "Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked,

As soon as the words left his mouth, Theovin realized how foolish his question had been.

He nearly slapped himself for his lack of sensitivity. 'How could I ask such a stupid question?' he thought to himself.

'Of course, she was in pain. Why else would she make such a sound if not?' He released his grip on her arms and took a step back, giving her some space.

Theovin snapped his fingers, and his eyes flashed a pure golden color for a few seconds.

Rosey watched in awe as he opened his spatial ring, his eyes wide open, which made her feel scared.

Theovin searched through his portable spatial ring fixed on his left index finger, a family heirloom he treasured.

His eyes roamed over the shelves and cabinets, their contents a dizzying array of colors and shapes.

Bottles of various sizes and shapes stood in neat lines, each filled with a different mixture or potion.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spotted it _a small glass bottle with a label that read 'Drake's Healing Balm in Draconic language.'

Relief washed over him as he reached for it, grateful that he had found what he was looking for amidst the sea of potions.

Clutched tightly in his hand, the healing balm was a true rarity - a substance not easily procured beyond the boundaries of his own realm.

His eyes lingered on the small glass bottle, admiring the intricate design etched into its surface.

It was a product of the Drake's Dragons' skilled craftsmanship, carefully concocted with a delicate balance of ingredients that only they knew.

For years, it had been reserved exclusively for the use of the royal family, a testament to its value and efficacy

Clutching the precious bottle of Drake's healing balm, he approached his mate with a tender expression and spoke softly,

"Show me where it hurts. Let me ease your pain with this precious remedy."