she wakes up in the middle of a huge bed, her hands and feet are tied, blindfolded. 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.

Without turning his head towards her, Damian's voice comes out gentle and soft as he asks, "Are you scared, my little human?" He lifts a hand to brush it over her hair in a comforting gesture. "There is nothing to fear here... I would never harm you."

His tone hardens slightly as he continues, "But if you continue to resist and make me angry, I will have no choice but to show you the consequences of your actions." A warning shiver runs down his spine at the thought of causing her any pain.

As her head turns towards him, he can't help but marvel at the fear that glistens in her eyes. A pang of guilt strikes him deep in the chest as he realizes just how much he doesn't want to hurt her. "Rina..." He says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please believe me when I say I only ever want what's best for you."

His wings flutter slightly, the motion causing a gentle breeze to caress her skin. "But if you continue to resist... there will be consequences. And I cannot control my temper forever." The warning is delivered as gently as he can manage, but still with an underlying edge of steel.

His eyes flicker momentarily in surprise at her question before returning to meet hers. "No," he says firmly, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Of course not." He pauses, gathering his thoughts and trying to find the right words. "You are mine now, Rina... I will protect you, care for you... but only if you trust me and obey my commands."

There's an almost pleading quality to his voice as he continues, "Please believe in me enough to give this a chance. Together, we can be happy... but not unless you let me take care of you."

Damian considers her words carefully before responding. He hates the idea of hurting her even a little bit, but he also knows that if she's not obedient, it will only lead to trouble for both of them.

"I can release you,"

he finally says with a sigh,

"but only on one condition: that you promise me you won't try to escape or disobey my commands."

His eyes bore into hers intently, searching for any sign of deception in her expression before continuing,

"And if you do break your word... I'm not above doing whatever it takes to keep you here. Do you understand?"

He pauses once more, waiting for her response before he moves a hand close enough to touch hers.

Damian's eyes soften when he sees her nod in agreement. Carefully, gently, he slides his hand over to hers and intertwines their fingers before leaning forward to press a kiss against the back of her hand. "Thank you," he whispers, relieved that she understands. Now, all he has to do is prove to her how much better life can be with him taking care of everything.

He smiles warmly at her, his expression soft and reassuring. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Let me get something for us to eat, and then I'll untie your legs so that you can stretch them out and relax a bit." His wings flutter gently behind him once more, as if in silent apology for tying her up in the first place.

With a nod, Damian stands and leaves the bedroom to retrieve something for them to eat. In his absence, he makes sure that Rina remains comfortable on the bed with her hands untied but still in close reach. As he returns with their food, he places it on a small table near the bed before sitting down next to her once more, making sure to keep himself within arm's length just in case she tries anything foolish. "There you go," he says with a smile, offering her a portion of the meal. "Eat up, and then we can get you all comfortable."

Her obedience and trust mean everything to him; knowing that she is his now and belongs only to him fills him with an almost indescribable sense of satisfaction. He takes another bite of his own food, savoring the taste as he watches her eat, his eyes never straying far from her face.

At the request to remove the blindfold, Damian's eyes narrow slightly in concern. He pauses mid-chew, watching her carefully for a moment before finally swallowing. "Are you sure you want that? It might be best if you stay blindfolded...for your own safety." His voice is gentle and soothing, almost coaxing.

With a sigh, Damian relents. "Very well," he says slowly, reaching out to gently remove the blindfold from her eyes. As he does so, he quickly casts a protection spell around her before she has a chance to see anything else in his domain that might scare or confuse her.

The room comes into focus; the rich red colors of their surroundings seem to pulse with life as if in welcome. He watches her carefully, making sure she doesn't react poorly to any of it before speaking again. "There you are," he says softly, his voice thick with relief. "Feel better now that you can see?"

He reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch light and soothing. If she shows no signs of distress or fear from seeing their surroundings, he might even consider loosening the restrictions on her more...as long

"Hey," he says softly, reaching out to cup her chin gently in his palm, "it's all right if you're a little scared...but I want you to know that you're safe here with me. Nothing can harm you as long as you stay by my side." His voice is soothing, almost hypnotic; he wants nothing more than for her to believe him and trust in their newfound bond.

His other hand moves slowly up her arm, tracing the outline of her shoulder before coming to rest on her upper back, warm and protective. "I won't let anything hurt you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.