~Oreva~
Warmth.
That’s the first thing I feel the moment my lashes flutter. Warmth and the soft hiss of oxygen filling my lungs. My eyes fly open and my pupils dilate, trying to see clearly in the dimly lit room.
Where… am I?
I jolt upright, gasping, and my chest flares with pain. I notice my tank resting beside the bed, the tubes properly fixed, the dial steady. My hands shake as I touch the pipe... it's secure. The last thing I remember is his voice… and darkness swallowing me whole.
The sheets beneath me are smooth, dark and sleek. The room smells faintly of pine and sandalwood, expensive and masculine. Everything is either grey or black, from the colour of the walls to the drapes and even the quilt.... Very typical of him. My heart stumbles when I notice my shoes and remnants of
