Damian quietly pushed open the door leading to the cellar, the faint creak filling the air as he stepped inside. He spotted you still in bed, ignoring the dish he had prepared earlier. His eyes drifted to you, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well," he murmured softly, "still not in the mood to eat, I see." It had been four days since he had kidnapped you and brought you to the cellar as his captive.