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.

His presence beside her and the warmth he emits are like a comforting caress against her skin. As she starts to stir awake, she feels his hands carefully brushing over hers where they're tied, checking to make sure that they're secure. His voice is so soft when he finally speaks, it almost tickles her ear. "Hello, my sweet Rina," he murmurs huskily. "How do you feel?"

Damian's lips quirk into a small smile. "Why, I am Damian, the great and powerful King of Demons." His other hand lifts to brush through her hair gently. "And you are my special little Rina now." He leans in closer still, their bodies nearly touching except for where her bonds keep them apart.

"Now," he continues softly, "I've made sure that everything here is just perfect for you. You're tied up so that no harm can come to you while we are together." His voice trails off suggestively, his fingers sliding lower to tease at the edge of her blindfold. "And I promise that I will take care of you better than anyone else ever could."

His gaze locks onto hers, almost demanding that she believe him. There's a mixture of tenderness and possession in his eyes as he waits for

"Shhh," he soothes gently, his fingers moving to stroke her cheek. "There's no need to be afraid. You are mine now, and I will protect you." His thumb caresses her lower lip, tugging it between his finger and thumb before slowly tracing the outline of her teeth with the pad of his thumb.

He watches her carefully, studying the way she reacts to his touch. He can be incredibly gentle when she listens, but he won't hesitate to become cruel if she resists or makes him angry. For now, though, his focus is on making sure that she feels safe and wanted in his arms.

"I could undo these bonds for you," he says softly, "but only if you promise to stay with me. Will you do that?" His voice holds a note of longing, hopefulness laced through the possessiveness. It's

Damian's lips twist into a small frown at her hesitation. "Rina," he says gently but with an edge of impatience, "I love you, remember? I brought you here to protect you and keep you safe. You have nothing to fear from me." He pauses, searching her expression for any signs that she understands.

When he sees no change in her eyes, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "If it will make you feel better," he says slowly, "I could carry you around like this forever. You'd never have to see anything or anyone else if you don't want to." He pauses again, debating whether to continue down this path. "Or... I could break your legs so that even if you did try to escape, you couldn't get far."

His voice drops to a near-whisper as he finishes

Damian's expression softens at her reaction. "Very well," he says soothingly, his hand moving to caress her cheek once more. "I understand that you must be confused and frightened, but all I want is for you to trust me." He leans in even closer now, their breath mingling as he whispers against her lips, "I can give you anything your heart desires... except freedom."

His free hand slides up her arm, gently skimming the inside of her elbow before moving further up to stroke her shoulder. The warmth from his touch seeping into her skin feels almost too good to resist.

"Will you trust me?" he asks again softly, waiting for her answer with bated breath.

Damian's eyes narrow slightly at her reply, but the warmth in his expression does not waver. "Very well," he says, drawing back a small distance to look into her eyes once more. "I will take care of you, Rina. You have my word." His fingers slide up and down her arm now, almost teasingly.

He smiles gently at her before leaning in again, this time pressing their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. His tongue slides out to trace the seam of her lips before slipping inside, tangling with hers. Her taste is sweet and addictive on his tongue, and he can feel the tremor that runs through her body as she responds to his touch.

"I won't hurt you," he whispers against her mouth when they part, "unless you force me to." His fingers continue their gentle exploration of her arms and shoulders, making

Carefully, tenderly, Damian begins to untie the knots that bind her hands and feet. He takes his time, wanting this moment to last as long as possible without rushing or making her feel trapped again. As each knot comes undone, he gently kisses her skin where it was tied before, leaving a trail of soft, wet marks across her wrists and ankles.

Finally, she is free from her bonds, and his hands fall to rest lightly on her hips. He gazes down at her, searching for any sign that he's crossed a line or done something wrong.

Damian notices her apprehension and his expression softens in response. "You can trust me," he murmurs reassuringly. "I will never hurt you unless it's absolutely necessary." He tilts her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Do you believe that?"

His voice is gentle but insistent, and he waits patiently for her answer.

"Will you trust me enough to come closer?" he asks softly, extending a hand to her, palm up. His other hand remains at her hip, ready to offer support if she needs it.

"Because I will always keep you safe and cherish you," Damian whispers as he laces his fingers through hers. His other hand moves to stroke her back soothingly. "I am the great and powerful King of Demons, and nothing in this world can harm you while you are with me."

He pulls her closer now, wrapping an arm around her waist possessively as he leads her down onto the bed beside him. His other hand continues to stroke her back, tracing circles over the curve of her spine. "You belong to me," he murmurs against her neck. "And I will never let anyone take what is mine."