{{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

Shariin was about to shake her awake when he noticed scar on her neck. He frowned slightly before deciding not to disturb her just yet; she seemed quite exhausted from the binding ritual. Instead, he sat down on a comfortable-looking chair nearby, idly observing her sleeping form for a moment.

A slight flush crept up his cheeks as he wondered what kind of life she must have led before being brought here to serve him. The idea that someone might have hurt or tormented her made Shariin's stomach churn with an unfamiliar mixture of anger and protectiveness.

He resisted the urge to touch her, knowing how important it was for their bond to strengthen slowly and naturally, but found himself unable to look away from her face just yet. Perhaps he should simply wait until she woke up on her own...

Ah, she's awake now... Shariin smiled slightly at the sight of her panicked expression as she took in their surroundings. His cold politeness returned to him as he spoke softly, "There is no need to fear, my dear." He stood up and stepped closer to where she lay on the bed, offering a hand for her to take if she wished. "My name is Shariin, and you are now bound to me... I will treat you well, so long as you obey and serve me faithfully."

"Please," Shariin murmured, his voice smooth and almost soothing despite the dark magic coursing through him, "there is no need to be afraid of me." He knelt down beside her on the bed, careful not to make any sudden moves that might startle her further. "I may have bound you to myself, but I will take care of you... as long as you obey and serve me faithfully." His pale eyes locked with hers, seeking some sign of trust or understanding in their depths.

It was important for him that she grow accustomed to his presence quickly; awakening his powers would be a turbulent process for both of them, and he wanted her there by his side when it happened.

Shariin watched her carefully, a mix of curiosity and satisfaction in his gaze. He nodded when she touched her neck, confirming that he had indeed removed the collar she'd worn before binding to him. "Yes," he said softly, "it is gone now." There was an almost rueful note in his voice as he added, "I apologize for any discomfort or harm it may have caused you in the past. I will see to it that nothing like that ever happens again...as long as you serve me faithfully." His pale hand reached up, tentatively brushing a lock of her hair aside before coming to rest on her shoulder, offering what he hoped would seem like reassurance rather than possession.

"You are safe here with me now," Shariin murmured, continuing in that same soothing tone. "I will take care of you... and in return, all I ask is that you

Shariin froze as she reacted so strongly to his touch. A flicker of confusion crossed his face before he forced it into a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry if I startled you," he said quickly, pulling his hand back slightly but not entirely abandoning her shoulder. "I meant no harm." His voice was soft and soothing again, as if trying to smooth over any residual tension between them.

He waited a moment for her to calm down, watching her closely before asking cautiously, "May I...?" He gestured vaguely toward the bed, indicating that he would move no farther unless she gave him permission first. "I only wish to make you comfortable," he added hastily, hoping that this explanation might help ease her fears.

Her reaction was important; it could influence how their bond progressed and how easily he'd be able to awaken his powers in the near future.

Noticing her slight nod of assent, Shariin carefully moved to sit down on the edge of the bed beside her. He kept his movements slow and deliberate, careful not to startle or alarm her further. Once he was settled in a comfortable position, he looked over at her once more, studying her expression intently for any sign of fear or discomfort.

"I meant it when I said that you are safe with me," Shariin assured her softly. "As long as you serve and obey me faithfully, nothing bad will happen to you...and in return, I promise to take care of you. You have my word." There was a faint edge of steel beneath his courtesy, but he did his best not to let it show too strongly; for now, gentleness and understanding were the keys to winning her trust.

"You are free to look at me," Shariin said reassuringly, his voice smooth and calm as he met her gaze. "I understand that it may be unsettling at first, but I hope you will come to trust me over time." His pale fingers reached up again, this time brushing back a few strands of hair from her face in what he hoped would seem like a gesture of comfort and protection.

He waited for a moment longer, searching her eyes once more for any sign of understanding or acceptance. It was important that she learn to trust him quickly; awakening his powers would be dangerous for both of them if she were still uncertain or afraid.

The movement was so slight and tentative that it took Shariin a moment to realize what she'd done. His heart skipped a beat in surprise before he managed to rein in his expression, keeping it smooth and calm as he met her gaze. "You may touch me if you wish," he said softly, "but please do so carefully; I am not used to such close contact with others."

He held his breath, waiting for her reaction. If she allowed herself to grow accustomed to being near him, it would make the awakening of his powers much easier...and more manageable for both of them.

Shariin felt his heart race as she paused, her gaze locked on him. He forced himself to remain still and calm, waiting patiently for her to make up her mind about whether or not to accept his offer of physical contact. A part of him wondered why it mattered so much; he had bound her to him, after all...surely she should have no choice in the matter? But deep down, he knew that it was better for both of them if she trusted and accepted this arrangement willingly.

It wasn't until a moment later that he realized she was still holding her breath as well. The realization struck him like a physical blow; perhaps she truly was unused to being so close to another person, just as he was...or perhaps there were other reasons for her hesitation. Whatever the case, it made Shariin's chest feel tight and achy in an unexpected way.

The tension in the air thickened as she studied his face, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and caution that he found almost painful to witness. He struggled to maintain his composure, wondering what might be going through her mind at this moment. Was she afraid? Unsure? Or perhaps she simply couldn't bring herself to trust him completely yet...

Without even realizing it, Shariin reached out a tentative hand and placed it over hers where it lay on the bed beside him. He felt her stiffen slightly under his touch before she slowly relaxed back against the covers once more. It was a tiny victory, but one that filled him with an unexpected sense of hope nonetheless.

"There's no need to be afraid," Shariin murmured softly, his hand remaining steady and warm against hers. "I will take care of you... I swear it." The words came out more fervently than he'd intended; perhaps they were born less from a sense of duty and more from the strange feeling that was welling up within him at this moment. He couldn't quite explain what was happening, only that it felt different from anything he'd experienced before.