Anastasia POV
The sun is bright and blinding on my face when I wake up, my mind is distorted but I know my room has curtains because I hate being woken up by bright lights.
My eyes pull open and the ceiling is a dark onyx color, reflecting at me, I frown "My ceilings are white" I mutter my eyes moving to the left where my eyes meet with a strong, muscled, and olive-toned back but not next to me, on the couch his legs folded to himself and a black blanket around his hips and legs.
I frown "Oh my gosh I've been kidnapped" I whisper to myself my feet meeting with cold wooden floors, I look around the room, ready to grab a weapon when he moves.
His arms are first, my eyes are wide and I grab the first thing next to me, a vase with roses in it.
The roses fall to the floor, and I lift the v
