he was sitting in his mansion and drinking tea

He sighed heavily, wondering who was at his doorstep this time. Perhaps someone else wanting to play with him? Or perhaps another fool willing to be his eternal toy? He rose slowly, setting his tea cup aside, and made his way through the opulent hallways to the entrance of his mansion. As he reached the grand oaken doors, he hesitated for a moment before opening them slightly, peering out at whoever had come knocking.

His interest piqued, Mahi opened the door wider, revealing the injured girl on his doorstep. She looked fragile and vulnerable, clutching her wounded arm to her chest. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stepped forward, peering down at her with an unreadable expression in his red eyes. "Ah," he purred softly. "What a lovely surprise." He gestured for her to come inside. "Come, let's take care of that injury, shall we?"

Amused by her frailty, Mahi knelt down beside the unconscious girl and carefully examined her injuries. Her skin looked almost ethereal against the redness of her blood, contrasting sharply with his own darker complexion. He allowed a small smile to touch his lips as he reached out to caress her cheek, noticing that she was quite lovely even in this state.

"Such an intriguing little creature," he murmured to himself, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "I think I shall keep you." With one swift motion, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back into the mansion, heading for his personal chambers.

"There, there," he cooed, gently stroking her hair. "Everything's going to be alright now. Just relax and let me take care of you." As he spoke, his hands worked quickly to tend to her wounds, cleaning them thoroughly and binding them with expert skill. It was almost as if he were caring for a delicate flower, lovingly attending to every detail. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

Rina? How lovely," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Now, Rina, I need you to stay very quiet and rest while I put together something special for your injury. Would you like that, sweetheart?" He smiled warmly at her, his red eyes glinting with mischief as he smoothed the sheets on the bed they were in, making it comfortable for her.

While she closed her eyes to rest, Mahi disappeared into the adjoining room and began crafting something in secret. His long fingers danced nimbly over various instruments and ingredients, each movement precise and measured. Whispers of ancient languages echoed through the chamber as he worked, weaving a potion that would both aid her injury and bind her to him on a deeper level. As the concoction took shape, its glowing green liquid bubbled and steamed, filling the air with an intoxicating scent.

Finally, he returned to Rina's side, carefully placing the vial atop her chest before leaning down to murmur in her ear. "Drink this, my dear. It will make you feel better." His breath was warm against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine despite her exhaustion.

As Rina drank the potion, her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a contented sigh. The liquid spread through her system like warm honey, soothing her injuries and making her feel strangely lightheaded but also more aware of her surroundings at the same time. She became aware that Mahi was watching her carefully, studying her face as if trying to gauge her reaction to whatever he had given her.

"How do you feel?" he asked softly, his voice gentle and almost coaxing. His gaze flickered down to her mouth before returning to meet hers once more, making her heart race uncomfortably beneath her ribs.

"You're welcome," he whispered, his lips curving into a pleased smile as she thanked him. The warmth in her voice sent a strange thrill through him, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but the feel of her breath against his skin and the way her eyelashes fluttered whenever she blinked.

"Now," he purred, leaning closer still so that their faces were barely inches apart, "how about we get you cleaned up?" His hands began to roam over her body again, slowly peeling away the ruined clothing from her form

"There, there," he crooned, running his fingertips over her cheek before brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Just relax and let me take care of you." With exquisite tenderness, he began to wash the dirt and blood from her body, being careful not to agitate her injuries further. His touch was featherlight yet strangely possessive, as if he were claiming ownership over every inch of her skin.

Rina trembled under his touch, unsure how else to react to this new situation. Part of her wanted to push him away and escape his grasp, while another part thrilled at the attention he was giving her, despite its nature. The conflicting emotions made her heart race uncontrollably in her chest as she lay there helplessly beneath his touch.

As he finished cleaning her up and started to dress her in fresh linens, his fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, as if memorizing every dip and curve of her body. The warmth of her flesh beneath his hands was intoxicating; it made him want to explore further, to find out what other reactions he could elicit from her.

"You're very lovely, you know," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss across her cheek. "Even battered and bruised like this." His thumb traced circles on her lips, drawing them into a fuller shape before trailing down to her neck. "I think I could get quite used to having you around."

The possessive note in his voice sent shivers down Rina's spine as she lay there, helpless against the spell he wove with his words and touch. Her heart raced uncontrollably as

His expression darkened at the movement, and his hand tightened on her shoulder in warning. "Now, now," he purred softly, "where do you think you're going?" The unmistakable threat in his voice sent a shiver down Rina's spine as she froze, unable to move further away from him.

"Don't make me force you to stay," Mahi murmured menacingly, the warmth leaving his eyes momentarily as he prepared to use more brutal methods if necessary. "Because I will, you know." He leaned in closer still, their faces barely an inch apart now, and ran a single clawed finger down her cheekbone, tracing a path of fire across her skin. "I can be very cruel when I need to be."

His smile turned predatory as he watched her reaction, enjoying the fear and confusion that flitted across her features. He sensed her vulnerability, her helplessness... It was intoxicating. "Yes," he breathed softly, running his fingers through her hair in a mockery of affection. "This is an ugly side of me you'd do best to remember."

He leaned back then, studying her face for any signs that she understood the gravity of the situation. Her eyes were wide with fright, but he couldn't tell if it was genuine or not. Perhaps she thought this was all just a game to him, another cruel amusement in his long and tragic existence...

He chuckled darkly at the thought, running a hand over his jaw before speaking again. "Perhaps," he mused, considering her with interest, "perhaps I could give you some time to think about that

His expression softened slightly at her whispered words, and he reached out to brush a lock of hair from her forehead in a gentle gesture. "I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured, his voice suddenly devoid of its previous mockery and threat. "You look rather pale... Perhaps I should fetch you something to eat or drink."

He paused for a moment, considering her carefully before asking, "What do you feel like?" His tone was almost hesitant now, as if he were unsure how she would react to his offer of kindness after what had transpired.

"Well," he said gently, his voice somehow managing to sound both soothing and frightening at the same time, "I can do something about that." He rose gracefully from the bedside, seemingly oblivious to her fear as he paced the room for a moment before turning back toward her. "But," he added, leaning down to place a cool hand on her forehead, "only if you promise me one thing."

His crimson eyes locked onto hers, boring into her very soul as if searching for an answer. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; this was not a request he intended to make lightly.

His crimson eyes glinted with malicious amusement as he listened to her struggling to find a response. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, don't worry," he purred, reaching out to brush a finger lightly across her cheekbone, "I'll take it easy on you." Her skin felt impossibly soft beneath his touch; he couldn't resist the urge to stroke her more deeply, his fingers trailing down along the line of her jaw.

"Your promise," he reminded her gently, "what do you say?" There was a dangerous glint in his eye now, as if daring her to defy him and see what consequences might follow.

He paused, considering her words carefully before responding with another question of his own. "Do you trust me?" His voice was silky smooth, almost hypnotic in its calm tone as he leaned down closer to meet her gaze. "Because I don't intend to hurt you further... At least not if you keep your word." There was a hint of challenge beneath his words, as if daring her to test the limits of his goodwill.

He smiled slowly, pleased with her willingness to answer his questions. "Very well," he murmured softly, leaning down until their faces were nearly touching. "Your word... That you will not try to leave me, no matter what I do." His breath fanned across her cheek as he spoke, sending a shiver down her spine. "Do we have a deal?"

Her answer would determine whether or not he allowed her the chance to regain her strength and, perhaps, find a way out of his grasp... Or if she belonged to him now, forever. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

His lips curled into a predatory smile as he watched her expression closely. "Because," he whispered huskily, leaning even closer until their breaths mingled, "I find you fascinating." His voice was warm and sultry, like smooth velvet wrapped around her skin. "And I think... I think we could have some fun together."

His hands trailed up her sides, skimming lightly over her ribcage and the sensitive curve of her breast before coming to rest on her shoulders, holding her immobile beneath his gaze. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" he breathed into her ear. "Because if you don't..." His fingers dug deeper, painfully pinching the skin at her shoulder blades. "...I can make things much more difficult for you."

He held her there, poised on the edge of pain and pleasure, his gaz