Captive love

Liana stood in the cold, dim basement, wearing a white floral dress with delicate stitching that looked almost too innocent for a place like this.
Both her hands were restrained above her head, her wrists aching from the struggle. She had tried to fight. She had tried to get away.
But she hadn't made it far.
She was terrified to her core
Then she heard footsteps.
Slow. Calm. Unhurried.
Her heart sank.
She already knew who it was.
Damian stepped out of the shadows, his eyes immediately finding hers. For a moment, neither of them said a word then he moves closer to her and ......