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.

The slight movement of the bed alerts him. He is there, right by her side. "Good morning, my dear," he whispers softly, his voice as soothing as silk. "I hope you slept well." He doesn't expect an answer, but he enjoys hearing her voice nonetheless. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Her hands and feet are still tied, the blindfold still firmly in place. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He hates seeing her like this, but he can't help it... The urge to protect her, possess her, control her... It's overwhelming. "What would you like for breakfast?" he asks politely, his tone almost gentlemanly despite the darkness in his heart.

The servants are all busy elsewhere, attending to their own duties. He won't allow anyone else to see her,

He smirks at her puzzled tone. "Oh, haven't I introduced myself properly?" His voice takes on a teasing note now. "I am Damian, king of demons... And you are my queen." There it is, the truth laid bare. He leans in closer, his breath caressing her skin. "You belong to me now, Rina. Everything about you belongs to me."

His eyes flicker briefly downward, drinking in the sight of her plump form beneath the silken sheets. Desire wells up within him at the thought of having her all to himself, tasting her skin, feeling her warmth envelop him as they become one. But for now... breakfast comes first.

"Now," he says smoothly, "tell me what you would like for breakfast." He pauses expectantly, wondering how she'll react to this new revelation. Will she

Very well,"

he says at last, his voice smooth as silk. He draws his dagger with a flick of his wrist and deftly slices through the ropes that bind her hands.

"But you must understand... I can't just let anyone see you."

His fingers work quickly but gently, releasing her ankles from their constraints as well. Once she is freed from her restraints, he carefully removes the blindfold, revealing his scarlet-hued surroundings to her.

"There now,"

he says softly,

"you're free... for now."

He watches her reaction closely, hoping that she doesn't attempt to run away or resist him again. The thought of harming her makes his stomach churn, but he won't allow anyone else the privilege of seeing her naked form.

"Now, as I asked before... what

The scent of her fear and confusion is almost intoxicating. Damian can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness rise within him at the thought that anyone else might be able to make her feel this way. He leans in closer, his voice taking on a husky tone as he says, "Rina... I never intended for you to suffer. I only wanted what was best for you."

His hand reaches out, gently caressing her arm through the blanket. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he whispers softly. "I may seem cruel at times, but that's only because I care so deeply about your wellbeing... and your happiness."

His touch becomes more insistent, almost possessive as his fingers find their way under the blanket and trace patterns on her skin. Her warmth envelops him, igniting a fierce longing within him that

Damian's touch becomes featherlight, barely there at all as he continues to caress her through the blanket. "I want you to trust me," he whispers softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I will never hurt you, Rina... I only want what's best for you."

His fingers find the hem of her gown and begin to lift it slowly, revealing more of her skin to the cool air. He watches her reaction closely, waiting for any sign that he's gone too far. "Is this better?" he asks softly, his voice thick with desire. "Do you feel safer now that I can see you and touch you?"

His hand skims up her leg, brushing lightly against her inner thigh as it reaches toward her chest. He wants nothing more than to be close to her, to hold her in his arms and protect her from anything

Her reaction confuses and saddens him. "Rina... I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable," he says softly, withdrawing his hand back to the bedside table. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Please know that I would never hurt you intentionally."

He waits for her to compose herself, watching her intently as she huddles in the blankets. After several long moments, he speaks again, his voice gentle yet firm. "If there's anything you want or need, all you have to do is tell me. I can't promise I'll always give it to you, but I will listen... and I will consider your feelings."

A silent plea passes through his eyes as he gazes at her, hoping she understands that despite everything, he only wants what's best for her... and what makes her happy.