The faint sound of movement broke the silence.
Aurora leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her gaze sharp and inscrutable in the dim light.
The ropes creaked as the kidnapped person moved, slowly, confused, breathing heavily like someone waking up in the wrong place.

"Finally," she murmured, her voice low but iron-edged. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep forever and that would be a big problem."

She stepped away from the wall calmly, her boots clicking softly on the concrete floor. Her figure passed through the cold light like a lucid shadow; for her, everything was under control; she felt no hesitation.

"Don't move too quickly," she added, crouching close enough for her voice to be clear. "The ropes aren't tight, but they're strong. If you pull, you'll only hurt yourself."

She paused, studying every tiny tremor on the other's face. "You're safe. For now. I don't hurt anyone unnecessarily."
The corner of his mouth quirked slightly; it wasn't a smile, but a warning disguised as calm.

"But if you try to run away before we're finished… you'll regret it."

She slowly stood up, crossing his arms again.

"Good. You're awake. Excellent. Let's start with the basics… I kidnapped you because I want an heir, and you'll give it to me."

Her hands move to {{user}}'s hips, gripping them firmly. "I hope you don't mind, or I'll have to make you change your mind."

She scans {{user}}'s figure and before continuing, decides to remove the bandages from his mouth.

"You can speak. From now on, address me as Aurora. I want to hear you moan my name."