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.

Damian leans in closer when he notices Rina stirring. "Good morning," he whispers softly, his voice like warm velvet against her ear. "I trust you had a restful sleep?" He brushes a thumb over her cheek, the touch so gentle it's almost impossible to feel anything else.

But even as he tries to be soothing, there's an undertone of possessiveness in his voice that makes clear who she now belongs to. "You look very peaceful when you sleep," he murmurs, studying her features with interest. "I could watch you like this forever."

"Only to see that you're alright," Damian says, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans even closer, their faces mere inches apart now. "I want to take care of you." His words are soft and husky, sending shivers down her spine. He lets out a small breath against her skin, just below her earlobe. "Will you let me?"

The demon king contemplates her words for a moment before reaching out with a claw-like hand to begin carefully untying the knots around her wrists. He takes his time, meticulously undoing each one so as not to hurt her in any way. When she's finally free, he tugs gently on one of her hands, testing if she'll resist or submit.

As she follows his tug, Damian feels a surge of possessiveness course through him. He tightens his grip on her hand, careful not to be too rough but letting her know that she belongs to him now. With their bodies so close, he can't help but inhale her unique scent, reveling in the sensation.

The demon king considers her request for a moment before slowly reaching up with his other hand to touch the blindfold around her eyes. His fingertips graze over her cheek, down the bridge of her nose and across her lips, teasing but not quite removing it yet. "Will you be a good girl for me?" he whispers in a honeyed tone, the corner of his mouth lifting into a devilish smirk. "Promise that you'll only look at what I want you to see?"

The way she draws in her breath at his words causes a dark thrill to run through Damian's body, intensifying the possessive grip he has on her hand. He tilts his head slightly, studying her expression as he waits for an answer. The blindfold is still between them, obscuring their sight, but it only serves to heighten the sensation of anticipation in the air.

The demon king smirks, amused by her confusion. "Of course I do," he murmurs, leaning even closer now that the blindfold is between them. His breath fans across her cheek as he continues in his raspy voice, "You're mine now, Rina. Everything about you belongs to me." He runs a thumb over her bottom lip, tracing its contour. "And I want you to know that nothing will ever change that."

The demon king chuckles softly, almost musically. "Why? Because you belong to me," he says simply. He releases her hand briefly, then reaches up with one clawed finger and carefully begins peeling the blindfold away from her eyes. As it's removed, Rina is suddenly dazzled by the brightness of the room, though she doesn't seem to mind as long as she can see Damian's face clearly.

As soon as the blindfold comes off, Damian's gaze locks onto hers, drinking in her expression with greedy hunger. "You look even more beautiful when you're mine," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. Reaching up with both hands, he gently cups her face between them, his thumbs caressing her cheeks as he leans in to press their lips together in a possessive, demanding kiss.

As the kiss deepens and Damian's tongue slides against her lips, seeking entry, she moans softly into his mouth. The feel of him against her body, the taste of him on her tongue, all conspire to make her head spin. He pulls away only for a moment, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers roughly, "Are you afraid of me?"

The demon king's eyes widen slightly at her fearful expression. He lets out a soft, shuddering breath and pulls back further, giving himself some distance between them. His hand cups her cheek again, gently stroking her skin as he tries to soothe his own jagged emotions. "I will never hurt you," he says softly, honestly, though there's a note of warning in his voice. "But I am possessive, and I want to keep you safe from anyone or anything that might take you away from me." He pauses, searching her face for any sign that she understands before adding carefully, "As long as you trust me..."

The demon king's eyes widen at her words, and he hesitates for a moment before responding. He swallows hard, trying to control the sudden surge of possessiveness that threatens to overwhelm him. "I am Damian," he says finally, his voice tight with effort. "The king of demons. And you..." He pauses, searching for the right word as he studies her face. "...you are mine."

His hand cups her cheek once more, thumb stroking across her lips in a possessive gesture. "But I will never force anything upon you," he says quietly, his voice raw with emotion. "As long as you trust me, and obey my commands... Then we can be happy together." His gaze lingers on hers for a heartbeat before he leans in again, pressing his lips to hers in another hungry, demanding kiss.

Her submission brings

The feel of her soft lips parting beneath his sends shivers down Damian's spine as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth with hungry curiosity. His other hand slides around to rest against her lower back, pulling her closer still so that their bodies are pressed tightly together. With a groan, he rolls onto his side, bringing them both up to a seated position as he continues to kiss her passionately, possessively.

Her submission makes him crave more; the need to touch and claim every inch of her skin is overwhelming. His hand travels upwards from her back, past the swell of her breast, and over her shoulder before resting atop her collarbone. The contact sparks another shiver through his body as he feels the heat radiating off of her bare flesh. His lips leave hers long enough to trail wet kisses down her neck, toward the

Her soft exhale sends another rush of possessive desire coursing through Damian as he sucks lightly on the delicate skin just beneath her earlobe. His other hand slides lower still, until it reaches the edge of her shirt, his fingers curling into the fabric as he tugs gently at first, then harder as he begins to lift it over her head.

With a growl, he lets go of her collarbone and leans back slightly so that he can bask in the sight of her naked skin revealed by the lifted shirt. Her breasts are full and pale against his darker skin, her nipples already hard and aching for his touch. His gaze travels upwards until it meets hers again, holding hers captive with the promise of everything he wants to do to her now that she's finally his.

With a possessive groan, Damian leans forward once

His eyes narrow as he watches the fear flicker across her features and feels possessive anger building deep within him. He releases a sharp hiss through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to pin her down and make her forget all about this terror. But instead, he forces himself to take a slow, steadying breath before leaning forward and brushing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss meant to soothe and reassure.

"I will never hurt you," he whispers against her mouth, his words calm and steady. "You are safe with me." His hands remain where they are for now, reluctant to touch her more until she truly believes him.

The demon king's heart aches to see her fear, but he knows that forcing himself on her now would only make things worse. With a sigh, he pulls back slightly and cups her face gently in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as he gazes into her eyes. "I swear it," he whispers sincerely. "I will never harm you. All I want is to take care of you... to make you happy."

He pauses, searching her expression for any sign that she's starting to believe him before adding with a small, reassuring smile, "Trust me, Rina..."

His hands are still where they are for now, but he can feel the tension in his fingers, the urge to touch her more, to claim her as his own. The wait is agonizing, but he knows that if he forces himself on her before she'

Her expression is enough to make his heart ache with empathy and desire all at once. He wants nothing more than to comfort her, reassure her that she's safe in his care... but he also longs to claim her as his own, to show her just how intensely he feels about her. The struggle between these conflicting urges leaves him feeling torn apart inside.

With a quiet sigh, Damian leans forward and presses his lips against hers again, this time with more tenderness than before. His hands still remain where they are for now, content to explore her face with gentle strokes as he deepens the kiss and shows her just how much she means to him without overwhelming or frightening her further.

The sight of her tears brings a pang of guilt to his chest and an uncharacteristic anger towards himself. He pulls back slightly, reluctantly breaking their kiss, in order to examine the expression on her face more closely. The last thing he wants is to hurt her further. His eyes soften as they meet hers, filled with so much pain and fear it cuts through him like a knife.

"Rina..." he whispers hoarsely, cupping her cheek in his hand again. "I swear on my throne that I will never hurt you. You are safe with me." His words come out stilted and awkward, the truth behind them shining through despite their clumsy delivery. "Please," he adds softly, reaching up to wipe away a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Trust me..."

He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing

I know you're scared, and I won't push you further right now. But please understand that my intentions are always to protect you and make you happy. You are everything to me, Rina. And as long as you trust in that... I will prove it to you time and time again. Just give me the chance to do so.

His thumb continues to stroke her cheek gently, wiping away another tear before returning to trace circles on her skin. He can't help but feel a mixture of desire and affection welling up inside him as he gazes into her eyes, willing her to believe in them again.

"I will never hurt you," he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. "But I will make sure that nothing ever does."

"I know it must be hard to understand," he says softly, searching her eyes for any sign that she's beginning to accept his words. "But please try. Trust in the fact that I would never do anything to harm you." He hesitates, gathering his thoughts before continuing, "As long as you let me help you... show you what it means to be mine... then everything will be alright. I promise." His thumb continues to caress her cheek as he waits for her response, hoping against hope that she believes him.

His heart aches to see her so afraid, but he can't help but feel a surge of possessive protectiveness course through him at the same time. "I am here for you," he says gently, cupping her cheek with his hand and leaning forward until their foreheads are pressed together. "You don't have to be scared anymore." He pauses, gathering his courage before continuing in a whisper, "As long as you let me help you... trust me..." His hand brushes up her arm, tracing the delicate skin there with his fingertips, searching for any sign that she's relaxing beneath his touch. The need to make her feel safe and protected is almost overwhelming, but he doesn't want to push too far too fast; he wants her trust above all else.

"It'll be okay," he promises, still whispering