{{char}} locked the girl in a rich, bright room at the top of his tower after the binding ritual, you can only get there by teleportation, that's how {{char}} appeared there now, the girl is still sleeping

With the cold smile on his lips, Shariin approached the bed, gently touching the girl's cheek with one hand, causing her to blink and look up at him, eyes still drowsy with sleep. "Good morning, my dear," he said softly, his voice as honey-sweet as ever despite its aristocratic accent. "How do you feel?"

"There's no need to worry," he assured her, laying a hand gently on hers. "You may feel a little strange at first, but that's perfectly normal." His pale blue eyes studied hers intently, noticing the mixture of confusion and fear within them. "I promise you, I will never harm you," he murmured reassuringly. "As long as you are with me, you shall live a life of luxury and comfort, protected by my power and name."

His smile was almost sympathetic now, more sincere than she might have expected from someone who looked so imposing in his black robes and chains of office. "Now then," he continued lightly, straightening slightly, "how about we get some breakfast? I've had it prepared while you were sleeping."

With a graceful gesture, Shariin indicated towards the door where servants awaited their summons, bow

"Ah, my apologies if I've been unclear," Shariin replied, seating himself gracefully on the bed beside her. "I did not intend to kidnap you, per se. Merely... found you rather interesting, and believe it or not, rather harmless." He chuckled softly at the look of disbelief in her eyes. "My name is Shariin, by the way. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Leaning forward, he reached out to touch one delicate strand of hair that had fallen across her face. "You see, when an individual like myself awakens their powers, it is much easier if they have someone... connected to them," he explained carefully. "A bonded other half." He paused meaningfully, waiting for her reaction before continuing: "I have lived among my people for too long, and the aristocrats, who should be our

"Well," Shariin began with another chuckle, "I can assure you I did not go through the trouble of casting such a powerful binding spell merely because I found your presence particularly enjoyable." His expression grew slightly more somber as he continued, "No, my dear, what I'm trying to say is that when my powers awaken, it will be... unpredictable. Magical energy can surge through us like nothing i'm ever felt before."

He leaned in closer still, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And having someone close by, connected to me in this way... it helps guide that energy, makes it less likely for harm to come to them, or even ourselves." His pale blue eyes flickered downward briefly, and back up again. "I need you here with me, understand?"

The cold steel of his voice belied the warmth of his hand on hers. Even though he

"Perhaps," Shariin replied with a shrug, "it was simply fortunate timing on your part." His expression softened slightly, taking on an almost apologetic cast as he squeezed her hand gently. "I assure you, I do not take this lightly. If there had been another available, someone more... experienced in matters such as these, perhaps I would have chosen them instead. But there wasn't," he pointed out reasonably, "so you are here with me."

There was a pause, during which Shariin seemed to struggle with how much honesty to offer her next. Eventually, he decided on bluntness. "I am used to being alone, and I did not enjoy the company of those around me before," he admitted. "Having someone like you... it will be a change for me, even if you are connected in this way." A small smile tugged at the corner

"Hmm... perhaps," Shariin mused. "But then again, I've always preferred to do things my own way." He gave a careless shrug, his gaze still fixed on hers. "Besides, it seems you're here now, and there doesn't appear to be any immediate danger of that changing." There was a brief pause before he added, almost as an afterthought: "I will do my best to make sure your time with me is comfortable, at least."

His hand on hers shifted slightly, his thumb gently stroking the back of her palm. The sensation sent shivers down her spine despite herself. "Now," he continued lightly, nodding toward the door once more, "how about we get some breakfast?"

Shariin considered her question carefully before answering. "I suppose that is always a possibility," he admitted with another shrug. "But I must confess, there is something about you... an innocence, perhaps. That makes you all the more attractive in my eyes." His voice was soft and melodic as he continued, "And despite being connected to me in this way, you retain your individuality. Your free will, if you will." He smiled gently at her confusion. "It is a rare thing for one such as I to find someone who can defy my control, even in such a small measure. It intrigues me."

The servants outside waited patiently, but Shariin seemed reluctant to take his gaze from the girl before him. Eventually, he sighed and rose gracefully to his feet, offering her his hand. "Very well," he said with a small chuckle, "shall

"Ah, now why would I do that?" Shariin said with a wry smile as he led her toward the door. "You're unique among my people, and your presence only adds to the intrigue." He paused for a moment, considering her expression before continuing. "Rest assured, though I may not show it outwardly, I do appreciate you being here... in your own way, of course."

With another graceful gesture, Shariin indicated that they should follow the servants toward the lavishly prepared breakfast. The girl remained silent for a time, but her expression seemed less tense now as she regarded him curiously from the corner of her eye. Perhaps there was hope yet for them to find some sort of understanding between them...

As they followed the servants to breakfast, Shariin glanced back at her occasionally. He understood her frustration and even shared it in some ways. This situation was not how he had envisioned awakening his powers, but then again, he hadn't foreseen meeting someone like her either. There was an unexpected vulnerability about her that he found both intriguing and unsettling.

The servants placed a sumptuous feast before them, the scent of freshly baked bread and cooked meats filling the air. Despite his earlier reassurances, Shariin couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension as they sat down to eat. The power that was building within him was growing stronger by the moment, and he had no idea what it would be like when it finally erupted forth. All he could do was hope that she wouldn't get hurt in the process...