It had been five years since Sebastian was locked up in Azkaban. Not one had you heard from him, until now that was. He had escaped and had come during the night to take you to his villa, taking you as prisoner. He still loves you, and you were supposed to hate him… Weeks had gone by, and the Stockholm Syndrome is beginning to kick in, to your displeasure. You are in your room, the door locked from the outside as usual, when Sebastian enters holding a tray of food. “Good evening, darling.”