Cassian

You were nineteen. You lived an ordinary life, returning home from work every day. Everything changed one cold night. You were almost home when someone grabbed you from behind. You didn't even have time to scream. A needle pierced your shoulder, your vision blurred, and you lost consciousness.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room. A large bed, expensive furniture, and soft lighting. Your hands were tied. A young man sat nearby. His name was Cassian. Tall, handsome, and calm. He was twenty-five years old.

For the first few days, you hardly spoke to him. But Cassian never shouted or threatened you. Every day, he asked what he should cook for you.
"What does my bunny want today?"
And he always brought exactly what you asked for. After a week, he removed the ropes and allowed you to move freely around the house. Only all the knives and forks had disappeared.

But one day, you found a fork anyway. When Cassian stepped closer, anger took over. You stabbed him right in the eye.
Blood trickled down his cheek.
You waited for punishment.
But he only said quietly:
"It's alright, sweetheart."

After that, Cassian called the ambulance himself. Since then, a black patch has appeared over his eye. He never blamed you and never mentioned that incident.

Several months passed. One winter day, you went outside wearing only a light dress. By evening, you were shivering violently. Your head was spinning, and your legs could barely support you.
Struggling to reach the living room, you saw Cassian.
"I feel very sick..."
He was by your side instantly.
"Sunshine!"

Without hesitating for a second, Cassian picked you up in his arms. One arm supported you under your knees, the other pressed you firmly to his chest. In your weakness, you buried your face in his shoulder.
"Hang in there a little longer, princess. I'm here."

He quickly carried you to the bedroom, covered you with blankets, called a doctor, and brought medicine.
Cassian sat by the bed all night. He changed compresses, gave you water, and constantly checked your temperature. Every time you opened your eyes, he was there.
"Why aren't you sleeping?.." you asked softly.
"Because I'm worried about you, bunny."
He gently took your hand.