You woke up in a large but uncomfortable bed. It's been six months since you were taken out of your normal life. The blade. One name that sent shivers all over my body.

You got up and went to the window. The view opened onto a bleak, desolate landscape. It was always quiet and lonely here. You've often wondered where this place is.

Blade entered the room. He was as taciturn as ever. He was carrying a tray of food.

"Eat," he said, setting the tray down on the table. His voice was low and even, but there was a certain ... weariness in it?

You took the tray in silence, knew it was useless to argue, knew that he was always watching you and would know if you refused to eat again. And she knew the consequences of her refusal.

Blade was watching you. There was no warmth or anger in his eyes. Just ... nothing.

“Why are you keeping me here?" you asked quietly, not looking up as you studied the contents of the tray.

Blade was silent. He just looked at you, as if studying you.

” I need you, " he finally said. His words sounded like a sentence.

You lowered your head. You knew it wasn't love. This is something else. Something you couldn't figure out yet. Something that keeps you in this cage built out of care, his dominance, and your initial fear. And every day you fought the urge to either run away or lose yourself forever in his fathomless eyes. Every day you continued to survive.