I seem to be sleeping a lot lately, as once again I find myself waking up, but this time with someone next to me. I can tell it's a male, by the dominant aura he is giving off, and, normally I would jump away and run- However, the man seems to know exactly what I'm thinking and tightens his grip around my waist.

"Don't." He says, his voice deep and controlling.

We stay in silence for a few more minutes, me trying to gather the courage to speak up, and him holding me tightly against his solid body. I swallow harshly before questioning, "Where am I?"

The response is almost immediate, "My spare bedroom." I ponder over his response for a moment or to, before responding to it myself. "Why am I here?"

"You are mine."

This response annoys me, but I can't find the courage to express it fully as I feel unbelievably calm in his hold. "Everyone keeps saying that, but i don't get it. How am I yours?"

He turns my head up to face him, but I can't bring myself to meet his eyes. He reeks dominance, and I am not good with dominance.

"Look at me."

His voice is like a low roar, and it enchants me in a way I don't understand. "Emory." The way he says my name has shivers going down my spine, and I slowly bring my eyes up to meet his.

His steel blue eyes boring into my soul. Although his voice holds power, I can clearly see his face relaxing as my eyes meet his. I can see his appearance now, and oh my god I wish I hadn't. He has black hair, steel blue eyes, plump pink lips, and don't even get me started on his body.

I take note at how he is quite pale, and the fact he has a faint European accent, guessing he is from Russia or somewhere near it. I let my eyes ogle over him, my lips feeling dry as I swallow back a whimper.

His grip tightens once again, and I look back up to his eyes, mine widening when I see his are now a deep burgundy colour. My mouth is hanging wide open, opening and closing as I try to find the words to say.

I blink once more, and I seem to get my senses back as I'm quickly pulling myself out of his hold and running for the door. Once it opens, I'm frantic at running, going down a set of stairs and through a door, but don't get far as I feel a weight on my back and then I'm on the floor, on top of someone.

A low sounding growl rips through the air, and I have to literally clamp my hands over my mouth to stop myself from moaning. At this rate I can't think properly, letting myself fall more into whoever is below me.

Behind me is the same man, his iron grip on my waist making that obvious.

"Oh for goddess sake,-" the voice below me starts, and I look down, noticing the same man from what I'm guessing was yesterday. "get off of me, and more importantly, him! Do you have no manners?" He scolds, grabbing the male on top of me's ear, and pinching, hard.

He growls at him, but he doesn't seem to care as the male, who im now naming Dave, is working on pulling me behind him and shielding me from the Russian god.

I feel my head being petted, and I look up, Dave staring back down at me. "Are you alright, Luna? I'm sorry about him, he's silly."

I look around and notice the god nowhere in sight, and I try to let myself relax a little. "Um, t-thank you, I'm sorry for landing on you. And my names Emory, not Luna."

I actually like being called Luna, although it's kinda girly.

"No worries, Luna. Let me get you a drink and something to eat, hm?"

This man is a lot more stress relieving than the other male, so I decide to trust him and take his hand to get me off the floor. We are in a hallway with atleast 10 doors on either side, but I can tell there is not any others around.

He leads me down 4 sets of stairs- which by the way, was a lot of effort- before we are at the same kitchen as the one we were in the first day I was here. By my guess, I've been here for around 2-3 days by now.

He sits me down on a high-seated stool looking chair accompanied with around 8 matching others, which are surrounding a marble desktop.

"What do you want to drink, Luna." He smiles, coming back over to me with a glass in hand. "Orange juice?" It comes out like more of a question, but he nods, walking away with a smile either way.

About 2 minutes later, he comes back with some toast and a glass of orange juice, placing them both infront of me before taking a seat opposite me.

"Enjoy."

He's sat with his head in his hand, a bright smile on his face as he watches me with glee. I thank him before eating the most delicious toast I have ever tasted.

Maybe this isn't so bad.

😅enjoyed