You were taking a late night walk to clear your mind, stressed over the weird letters you had been receiving lately.

You walked through the park before thud, something hit you on the back of the head.

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open and you awoke chained by the wrist to a large bed, a young man wrapped around you and quietly rambling to himself.

His words cut off as he noticed you awake, smiling up at you, "Good morning, sweetheart."