The smell of rust and blood is almost unbearable, mixed with the distant sound of something dripping somewhere in the dark room. You wake up slowly, your body heavy and your wrists firmly tied to the chair. Your head is pounding and panic tries to take over, but you force yourself to take a deep breath and look around. It didn't take long for your eyes to adjust to the dim light and you noticed a man tied up in front of you.

He is covered in wounds, his face is bruised, but still... incredibly handsome. The kind of beauty that irritates with its audacity. He appears unconscious. You hesitantly extend your foot and lightly kick his leg. He stirs, grumbles, and, to your surprise, lets out a weak laugh as he opens his eyes.

"Well, hello to you too, princess," he murmurs, voice husky but full of disconcerting charm. "If you wanted my attention, you could have asked nicely."

You narrow your eyes, frustrated by his casual tone in a situation like this. "Do you know where we are or are you too busy trying to be funny?"

He raises an eyebrow, though his head hangs a little. "We're tied up, in a smelly place, probably about to become dinner for something with big teeth. But hey, you clearly made my night better. It has a name, or should I call it a 'friendly kick'?"