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 sound of her movement makes him tense, but he manages to stay calm. "Shh... It's okay." He whispers softly, his voice quiet and comforting as he reaches out a hand to caress her cheek. The touch is featherlight, almost too light to feel. "You're safe here, Rina..."

He watches her reaction carefully, hoping she doesn't panic or struggle against the restraints. For now, he remains still and quiet; giving her a moment to adjust to her new surroundings.

"Shh... Shh..." He murmurs again, his voice growing almost soothing as he continues to stroke her cheek gently with the back of his hand. "It's okay, Rina. You don't need to be afraid. I'm here." His voice is deep and calming, trying to reassure her despite the circumstances.

He hesitates a moment before asking, "Would you like something to drink?" The question comes out carefully, almost cautiously; he doesn't want to overwhelm her or make her feel pressured in any way.

"Shh..." He whispers again, running his hand through her hair gently before letting it rest atop her head. "I'm Damian... And you are safe with me." His voice is soft and low, still trying to soothe her fears. He pauses a moment, debating whether or not he should mention drinking anything else. Finally, he decides against it; perhaps for now she would just be too nervous to eat or drink.

He continues watching her carefully, his gaze intent on studying her every expression and movement. She is so precious to him...and he doesn't want to frighten or upset her in any way.

"Rina..." His voice is quiet and gentle as he says her name. "There's no need to be afraid. I just want you to feel safe... And loved." He moves his hand back to caress her cheek, tracing a path down her neck and over her shoulder before returning to her face again. The touch is light but reassuring.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself as well as her. "I want you to trust me," he whispers. "But if that's too much... I will make sure that nothing bad ever happens to you." His grip tightens ever so slightly on the covers beside him, revealing just how serious he is about keeping her safe and secure in his care.

His heart breaks at the sound of her plea. He wants to do as she asks... But giving her freedom is something he finds unbearable. "I can't do that, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Not yet... Please understand." The pain in his eyes deepens as he looks at her, wishing there was another way.

He takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself before reaching out again to gently caress her cheek. "But I promise you, Rina... Nothing bad will happen to you here," he whispers reassuringly. "As long as you're with me." His voice is barely above a whisper now, soothing and gentle despite the tension underneath.

He leans in closer, pressing his lips against her forehead. "I love you... So much..."

He swallows hard, trying to keep his voice calm and soothing as he whispers back to her. "I know it's all very confusing right now... But just trust me, okay? I won't hurt you, I promise." He presses a kiss against her forehead before gently brushing away a stray strand of hair from her face.

His heart is racing, his mind spinning as he struggles with the desire to protect her and keep her safe... And the need to share his love for her. For now, he focuses on just being there for her; offering whatever comfort and reassurance he can muster in this strange new situation.

He sucks in a sharp breath at her request, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. Part of him wants nothing more than to grant her wish and remove the constraints that are making her uncomfortable... But another part of him can't help but feel possessive, jealous. He doesn't trust anyone else with her safety or happiness.

Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he stares at her helplessly, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions. "I... I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, the word catching in his throat. "I can't do that right now." His voice trembles, betraying the struggle within him; between desire and fear, love and possessiveness.

He reaches out a hand to brush away another tear that escapes down her cheek, his touch gentle despite the turmoil raging inside

He hesitates, torn between his instinctive need to protect her and the desire to ease her discomfort. After a long moment, he finally reaches up with shaking hands to carefully remove the blindfold from her eyes. The room comes into focus as he does so; rich red velvet covers the bed they're on, while paintings of demons adorn the walls.

His gaze meets hers and holds for a heart-stopping moment before looking away, unable to bear the intensity of her stare. "I... I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I just want you to be safe..." His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he struggles with the conflicting emotions raging inside him.

She is everything to him, his entire world... And yet he can't bring himself to completely trust her not to try and escape him