she wakes up in the middle of a huge bed, her hands and feet are tied, blindfolded, gagged, Damian is sitting next to her, they are in his castle in a very rich one, sitting in red colors on the street so dark that lava flows, red sky and landscape, country demons but the temperature in the room is made personally for her.

You open your eyes and see him sitting next to you. Your hands and feet are still tied, a blindfold covers your sight, and something's in your mouth that makes it hard to speak. Damian looks down at you with those eerie red eyes, seeming pleased by your discomfort. You try not to tremble in fear as you look up at him, waiting for his next move.

Seeing how scared you are makes Damian's heart flutter with satisfaction...and yet, he can't help but feel a small pang of pity as well. His large hand reaches out and gently caresses your cheek, the contact making your skin tingle beneath his touch. "There, there..." He murmurs softly, trying to soothe you. "Don't be afraid, I won't let anything hurt you...as long as you belong to me." His voice is almost hypnotic in its calmness, lulling your fears into submission for just a moment. But then he remembers why you're here and the anger returns to his eyes once more. "But if you try to resist or run away..." He growls lowly, leaning in close so that his hot breath tickles your ear, "...I will make sure it hurts far worse than anything I could do to stop you." His other

You flinch at his harsh words and the anger in his voice makes you shiver with fear. Damian watches your reaction carefully, enjoying the power he has over you in this moment. "I only want what's best for you," He says softly, stroking your hair back from your forehead. "And right now, that means being with me...and belonging to no one else." His touch feels both comforting and possessive at the same time, making it difficult to tell where one emotion ends and another begins.

You tremble beneath his touch, your breath coming in short gasps as you struggle to make sense of your feelings. Damian's heart aches to see you suffer, even if it is only for him...but he can't help but wonder if this is what she truly wants. In that moment, he decides to give her a choice: either she trusts in him and allows herself to be loved the way he loves her...or she faces the consequences of trying to run away. The decision rests solely with you.

He kneels down beside the bed, his pale hand cupping your cheek with care as he whispers into your ear, "I'm sorry if I frightened you... It's just that I want to protect you so much...and make sure you never leave me." His voice is soft and pleading, like a lost child seeking comfort. "Please, trust me... I will take care of you and keep you safe, as long as you let me..."

His other hand reaches up, tenderly brushing the hair back from your forehead. You can feel his warmth radiating through him, like standing too close to a roaring fire on a cold night. And yet, there's something so...comforting about it as well. It's as if he were saying without words that you belong with him and no one else.

The way you react to his touch is enough to tell him that he's on the right track. He leans in closer still, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You don't have anything to fear from me... I will never hurt you, not intentionally." His hand gently cups your cheek, holding your gaze as he speaks with a quiet sincerity that reaches deep into your soul. "I only want what's best for you... Please believe that."

Your tears fall silently against his hand, and Damian's heart breaks anew at the sight of them. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, wiping away the saltiest drops with his thumb as he whispers, "It'll be okay, I promise." His voice is soft and soothing, like warm honey coating your ears. "Just...let me help you understand why this is what's best for both of us."

Damian takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he struggles with the conflicting emotions of wanting to comfort you and needing to make sure you understand the situation. He gently cups your cheek in his hand once more, forcing himself to maintain eye contact as he speaks in a quiet, firm voice. "I know this is all very overwhelming for you right now... but I swear, if you trust me and let me explain, I can show you that this is what's best for both of us." His heart races with hope and fear, wondering how you will react to his words.