'He had those kind eyes that shone with the light of everything will be ok.'

My eyes slowly opened and I had to rub them a few times to wake myself up. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't on my usual mattress in the basement, I was on a bed. A proper, put together mattress with a duvet, which was on a bed frame kind of bed, and I wasn't freezing cold like I normally am when I wake up.

Coming to the realisation that I was as his house, I immediately shot out of bed and attempted to get out of the room I was in. Yet again, I felt an ache on my stomach and so I lifted up the hoodie I had on and shock was written all over my face. Instead of the many tissues I had piled on top of the cut on my tummy, a neat white bandage was placed on it, as well as a bandage wrapped around my hand which had gotten injured a few days prior.

I did a double take when I realised that the hoodie and joggers that I had on were in fact not mine. The black joggers were massive on me, hence the drawstrings were tired tight and the waistband was rolled up. The hoodie I was wearing was also very oversized on me, with the sleeves covering my entire hand.

I didn't even have to bring the hoodie close to my nose to smell him. On the sleeve, there was a small gold embroidery, with the initials, L.R.

Before my thoughts could spiral, there was a knock at the door. My brain went into panic mode and I didn't know where to hide so I bought my knees up to my chest and curled up into a ball.

The door opened slowly and I tried to keep my breathing as calm as possible.

I could see the worry on his face as he came over and sat on the other end of the bed, making sure there is a good amount of distance between us.

"Stai bene?", he asked whilst slightly tilting his head to the side, almost resembling a lost puppy. My mouth nearly let out a smile at the ridiculous thought.

I could see him sneak a glance at my wound and I knew he had questions about it but I couldn't give him the answers he wants. I knew that the longer I was here, the punishment would be more severe and I couldn't afford to have that happen. I needed to get back before my father notices I'm gone.

"Sunflower, I'm not going to force you to tell me how you got those injuries but I just want you to know that you're safe here. You're safe here with me", he said quietly, his jaw clenching as he looked at my bandaged hand.

Before I could think of something to say back to him, my tummy decided to take part in the conversation and let out a large rumble. Embarrassed, I bought my hands against my stomach and I didn't even have to look at myself to know that my cheeks were on fire.

Letting out an attractive, deep chuckle, he picked up a bowl from the bedside table and put a spoon into it.

"Eat up, angelo (angel)", he said, brining the spoon full of soup to his mouth and giving it a blow to cool down before bringing it down towards my mouth.

Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and enclosed it around the spoon. My taste buds immediately jumped to life and my heart warmed. The hot soup ran down my throat and I was eager for another spoon full.

I felt like I was at home. Not the hell that I live at now, but home like the time when my mother was alive. When I would sit on the kitchen countertop, watching my mother cook as she chatted to me in Italian.

"Do you like it?", he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Without even realising what I was doing, I gave a massive smile and nodded my head, before getting flustered about my actions and hiding under the duvet.

"What did I say about hiding your beautiful face from me, my sunflower", he said, removing the duvet off of my face and looking deep into my eyes.

My breath hitched in my throat whilst gazing into his eyes. This time, I couldn't look away. I didnt want to look away. I couldn't believe I had the opportunity to look at something so beautiful.

"I'm glad you liked it, I dont really cook for anyone other than myself", he said quietly, still maintaining eye contact with me.

He made it himself.

He doesn't cook for anyone, but he cooked for me.

Is he going to expect something from me now?

My mind was flooded with thoughts and I had to really listen in to what he muttered under his breath.

"I've never had anyone to cook for, until you."

He finished feeding me the soup he had prepared, making me finish every last drop and placed it on the bedside table.

"Do you want anything else, tesoro? If you're still hungry, I'll go and make some more food," he exclaimed worriedly, getting off the bed, ready to run to the kitchen.

He had his back turned to me, about to start striding towards the door and he couldn't see me shaking my head in protest. My throat wouldn't allow words to come out, so I had to do the one thing I was so afraid to do, touch him.

My hand barely touched his, but with the speed he had tuned, I knew he felt it. Before he could even react to it, I realised what I had done and curled up into a ball. I had touched him without his permission. My entire body was shaking and I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood in my futile attempt to stop the tears from running down my cheeks at an uncontrollable rate.

"Calm down, angelo. Take deep breaths for me", he whispered calmly.

He crouched down beside me and I was so thankful that he wasnt touching me. His arms were around me protectively, whilst being careful not to actually touch me. I eventually calmed down and squeezed my eyes shut waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.

"Bella (beautiful), open your eyes. Look at me", he said gently, but with an undertone of concern, which made my eyes flutter open.

"I-I just wanted you to know that- Cazzo (fuck)!", he whispered under his breath. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration at himself.

"I just wanted you to know", he tried again, clearing his throat, and focusing his dark eyes on mine, "that I would never do anything to you without your consent and permission", he paused, looking into my eyes with sincerity. It was like I was hypnotised; I couldn't look away from him regardless of how much my head was telling me to.

"I can tell you not to be scared of me and that you can trust me, but I know that its something we have to work towards."

"I'll wait forever for you, my Sunflower", he whispered the last bit so quietly that I missed it.