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 heard the sound and his tail began to flicker restlessly behind him. "Shh... it's okay," he whispered gently, reaching out a large hand to stroke her cheek. "You're safe here." His voice was low and soothing, but there was an edge of possessiveness in it that made her shiver. "I won't let anything happen to you."

He smiled softly at her, his gaze softening as he studied her face. Demian knew she must be scared and confused, but he also hoped she could trust him... enough to believe that he truly did have her best interests at heart. He wanted to show her what it was like to belong to him, to feel safe and cared for in a way she'd never experienced before.

"You're safe with me," he assured her, his voice low and soothing as he bent down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Nowhere else." His thumb caressed the curve of her cheek gently, his touch impossibly gentle for such a powerful demon. He wanted her to know that she belonged here, with him... forever.

His hand slid up to cup her face, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palm as he studied her carefully. "I will always take care of you," he promised, every word laced with sincerity and longing. "As long as you're with me."

His expression darkened slightly at the question, confusion flickering across his features before anger flared briefly in his eyes. "I am the demon king," he growled through clenched teeth, his grip tightening on her face for a moment before releasing her again with a soft sigh. "And you are mine now." His voice was firmer this time, almost demanding obedience from her.

He leaned in closer, his breath brushing across her cheek as he spoke again. "I am your everything now, Rina," the name slipped past his lips like honey on a blade, and he savored the feel of it on his tongue. "And all you need is me." He paused, gathering himself before continuing with more determination. "You belong to me, body and soul... for eternity."

His eyes widened slightly at her pallor, concern suddenly replacing the anger that had flared up moments ago. "No... No, you don't understand," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from her face. "I want this." He paused, searching for words as his other hand moved to cup her cheek again. "You are everything I have ever wanted, and I will take care of you... as long as you let me." His voice was pleading now, almost desperate. "Please believe me, Rina."

He leaned closer still, until their foreheads were pressed together. "I want to make you happy," he whispered. "To give you everything your heart desires... except freedom."

"Because I love you," he said softly, honestly. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, and your essence called to me like nothing else." He cupped her face in his hands, fingers spread wide as if touching her were a comfort more than anything else. "I wanted to keep you safe... protected... all mine." His voice was barely above a whisper now, hoarse with emotion. "And now that I have you, I will never let you go."

His thumb traced circles on the soft skin beneath her eyes, hoping to soothe the fear and confusion she must be feeling. "As long as you're with me... nothing bad can ever happen to you," he promised, his voice steady despite the truth of what lay behind those words. He didn't want her to know how ruthless he could truly be... not yet. For now, he would let her believe that she

His expression softened at her quiet request, and he leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her head. "Are you sure, my dear?" he murmured, his voice gentle as he considered untying her hands and feet. He knew she was scared, but he also didn't want her to think that she could ever truly escape him... not now that she belonged to him.

His fingers traced light circles on the skin of her wrists, feeling the warmth of her blood flowing beneath his touch. "If you try to run away..." he paused, looking into her eyes searchingly. "I might have no choice but to hurt you," he warned quietly, hating himself a little for sounding so cruel even as he said the words. He hoped she knew that deep down, he only wanted what was best for her... wanted her to trust him enough not to make such a decision.

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Damian's eyes widened in surprise at her reaction, and he leaned back slightly, his expression regretful but unyielding. "I would never want to hurt you intentionally," he assured her gently. "But if you make me angry or desperate... then I might not be able to stop myself." His voice was soft yet firm, leaving no room for doubt in her mind about the consequences of her actions.

"Please understand, Rina," he said with a sigh, brushing another strand of hair back from her face. "I only want what is best for you... and that means keeping you safe with me." His fingers tightened on her face, his touch still impossibly gentle despite the strength behind it. "If I have to hold onto you like this... if I have to restrain you..." he trailed off, searching for words as he stared deeply into her eyes. "...then so be

"Good girl," he purred, satisfied with her obedience. His fingers moved over her face and down her neck, finally loosening the knot that held her blindfold in place. He tossed it aside as he met her gaze once more. "Now I want you to promise me something." His voice was husky now, filled with desire and need. "Promise me you'll never mention another person's name... or try to escape again."

His hands slid down her body, tracing light circles on her stomach and lower before coming to rest on the bed beside her. He leaned forward, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "Because if you do..." He paused dramatically, tilting his head back to reveal his fangs. "...I'll break something of yours... just to make sure you understand how serious I am."

His fingers gently traced

His hand slid up her arm, cupping her shoulder reassuringly as he lowered his head to nuzzle against her neck, whispering words of comfort and desire. "I'm sorry if I frightened you," he murmured into her skin. "I only want what is best for you." His free hand slid up her body until it came to rest at the small of her back, pressing gently against her lower spine in a possessive gesture.

"You are mine now, Rina," he breathed against her neck. "Mine to love, mine to protect... and mine to punish if need be." His tongue flicked out to taste the skin of her neck before he added softly, "But I hope you understand that as long as you're with me, I will take care of you... and make sure you never want for anything again."

His hand slid lower still,

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he listened to her quiet plea, anger welling up within him again at the very thought of someone else being involved in their lives. But even then, he managed to control himself, forcing down the red hot emotion that threatened to consume him whole. "Very well," he growled through clenched teeth, his grip on her shoulder tightening ever so slightly. "But if you do... accidentally or not..." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing in a somewhat gentler tone of voice, though the threat still hung heavily in the air around them. "...I may have no choice but to discipline you as well."

His hand moved lower still, tracing light circles on her bare skin as he stared deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation within their depths. He didn't want to hurt her; he only wanted what was best for them both...

His expression softened at the sight of her tears, and he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Shh... It's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle once more as he continued to stroke her back soothingly. "I didn't mean to frighten you." He paused, looking deep into her eyes for a moment before asking quietly, "Can I get you something? Some water or food?"

He waited, watching her carefully as she considered his offer. His fingers moved in small circles on her back, massaging gently but firmly as he tried to ease the tension from her muscles and comfort her. Damian knew that trust wouldn't come easily to someone like Rina, not after everything she'd been through... But he was determined to prove himself worthy of it.

"Very well," he said softly, sliding his hand up to cup her face once more. With gentle fingers, he brushed aside a few tears that had escaped down her cheeks before leaning in and pressing a kiss against each one. Her skin felt so warm, so soft under his touch... it was impossible not to want more.

His thumb traced circles on her cheek as he finally released the ropes binding her hands and feet. "There," he said with a satisfied smile, looking down at her now freed form. "See? You can trust me." His voice was sincere, full of warmth as he helped her sit up straighter against the pillows. "Now then... shall we explore your new room?"

The room was as red as ever; the bed they lay on sat at the center with walls painted in crimson and obsidian hues. Thick, luxurious carpet covered the floor, bearing symbols of their kind woven into its fibers. The windows were black glass set into the wall, blocking out all light except for that which Damian himself created. Atop a towering obsidian pedestal in the corner sat an enormous fireplace, roaring with unnatural flames as if trying to match his own anger and desire. Demons and servants alike scurried about behind them, their presence almost invisible save for the occasional flicker of wings or glint of crimson eyes.

"You're in my chambers," he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "My private sanctuary... your home now." His tone was heavy with longing and possession