She awoke early, the sun streaming in from the east. Blinking, she screwed up her face, unused to the site of such intensity. After all, for the last four weeks she had been residing within the Hollow, within Vitruvion's private chambers, and that had been long and arduous, but there had been no sunlight due to the fact the entire horrific establishment was in a series of ancient catacombs. Vitruvion had insisted she stay there whilst he went out looking for his sister, and when he had come back the bullrush that had been the discovery of his true feelings for her had descended. And she had basically been an immovable ball of tears and silence for a week. Until she had given in and allowed him to talk to her.

And then here they were now.

She remembered going to her bedroom in the townhouse and collapsing, admitting to the exhaustion she felt. Then, not twenty minutes must have passed before Vitruvion, without so much as a mention, came and claimed her into his arms. As per their agreement her body for sexual pleasures was strictly off limits to him, but he had bargained his way into physical contact. For him, that meant her sleeping in his bed, with at least some semblance of clothing still attached, and she begrudgingly gave into that demand. It was him, entirely, his obsession with possession. Something she would need to live with.

She was in his bed. As she gained more alert she moved slightly, and noticed the constraint wrapping itself across her body. It pinned one arm to her side, and the other was caught casually up into a hold as his hand curled around the base of hers. Her other arm seemed to be free, with his spare arm resting curled up somewhere at the base of her back. Therefore she was only partly trapped, and it was probable that he was asleep, and so his hold would be loose and therefore, she could ease out and greet the day.

No sooner had she begun to ease her hand from his hold however, that his own moved. There came a quiet grunt, and his fingers moved, snaking quickly to seize her wrist directly into his supernatural godly hold. She didn't say anything as he silently tightened his hold around her, bringing his spare arm up to wrap her into an embrace. She felt his breath slide up the back of her neck before his cheek brushed against her head.

Then he relaxed.

And said nothing.

Stare let out a quiet sigh, curling up, yawning a little. For a few long moments she lay there, blinking into the morning light. It was crisp, and bright, full of the glories of a fresh new life. She thought about Vitruvion, and what he meant to her. Security. Money. Stability. Service. Ownership. Possession. He was her salvation, a man she had begun to trust despite their past, yet also her greatest nightmare, the one who had ruined her life in the first place. He was her future, which she had committed to fully now, and though she knew he would never deliberately hurt her, she knew that he would also never let her go.