𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 30𝓽𝓱, 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 Sun light tickled over my face as i scrunched my nose, I tried wiping my face but my hands were still stuck in the cuffs. Angry red marks circled them, i tried pulling on them but it only worsened the pain. The duvet was tucked around my body, white pyjamas with a flowery trim covered my body, I couldn't remember changing and it scared me.

The door opened softly, revealing Cassian with a small smile on his face "hey, birdie" a small tear was escaping my eye, I didn't like being here and I wanted to be home. "Shhhh" he shushed me walking over to the side of the ginormous bed, he stroked my hair tucking a strand of it behind my ear. "Look at your wrists baby" he murmured, i let out a hiss when he opened the cuffs. It's leather sticking a bit to some dried blood. "Nico, abbiamo bisogno di bende, si è fatta male!" He yelled out before removing the cuffs from my feet as well. I looked confused at him before turning my gaze towards the big windows, a flowering cherry tree sat in front of it. It's white flowers falling down like snowflakes.

A frantic looking Nico stormed into the room, follow by Alexander. I flinched when the door slammed against the door. Alexander looked apologetic murmuring something to Nico I couldn't quite catch. Nico crossed the room in just a few strides, his hands reaching for me. Before I could protest, I was lifted into his arms, cradled against his chest as he carried me toward the bathroom. The cold air sent a shiver through me, but I wasn't sure if it was just the chill. He set me carefully on the sink counter, caging my legs between his as he reached for the first aid kit Alexander had handed him. My pulse quickened when he took my wrists, placing them on my lap.

"N-no," I whispered when I saw the alcohol wipes in his hand.

Nico's sharp gaze flickered to mine, his lips pressing into a firm line. "Sweetheart, don't make this harder than it has to be." His voice was stern. "I don't like seeing you hurt, and I don't want to have to punish you again. So be still."

I swallowed hard, nodding slightly as he began cleaning the wounds. A sharp sting shot through my wrists, and I hissed, my body tensing. He murmured something under his breath before smoothing a cooling salve over my skin and wrapping soft white bandages around them.

Once he finished, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a hairbrush and a small bottle of lavender oil. His fingers worked through my tangles gently, massaging the fragrant oil into the strands before weaving them into a neat fishtail braid. I watched him carefully, taking in the freckles scattered across his nose, the way his lips parted slightly in concentration. When he finally met my gaze, he raised a brow, as if expecting something.

"T-thank you," I stuttered quietly.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Good girl."

I shifted, ready to jump down from the sink, but before I could, Nico's hands wrapped around my wrist, holding me in place. His grip wasn't harsh, but firm enough to send a message.

"Jules," he said slowly, his voice low. "We expect verbal responses immediately. And gratitude when it's due. Don't ruin the moment, baby."

I stiffened slightly as he lifted me from the sink, carrying me toward the walk-in closet. He grabbed a pink hoodie with a small bow embroidered on the front, pink sweatpants and a set of pink lingerie. My cheeks flushed as I saw the lingerie, I pressed my face into his chest from embarrassment. He chuckled softly, placing me down on the ground before turning to his grumpy self.

"It's simple, baby. You have five minutes to change, or Alexander will come in to help you." His fingers tilted my chin up, his thumb pressing lightly beneath it. "Don't make us mad again, hmm?" I swallowed, nodding. "I u-understand." Seeming satisfied, he left, closing the door behind him.

I moved quickly, discarding the white pajamas and slipping into the fresh clothes. The fabric was soft, warm. I pulled the hoodie over my head, adjusting the sleeves before grabbing a pair of fluffy cat-print socks from the bottom shelf. It scared me how they knew my exact sizes, I wasn't big as well. I was 5,1' and finding cute clothes wasn't always easy.

A knock sounded at the door. "Come in," I murmured hesitantly. The door creaked open, and Alexander appeared, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Good. You listened." He grabbed my hand holding it in his massive hand tightly but gentle to not hurt me. We walked towards the kitchen. Before we reached the door leading outside, where I had tried to escape, Nico stopped in front of me. "You don't try to run. You don't wander. And you don't test us, understood?" His tone was calm, but the warning was clear.

I nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Say it," Alexander prompted, arms crossed.

"I—I understand."

They exchanged glances before Nico pushed the door open, allowing the crisp morning air to spill in. We stepped into a beautiful greenhouse. The space was flooded with golden morning light, cascading through the glass panes. Vibrant plants filled the corners, their leaves stretching towards the sun. A wooden table sat in the middle, set with an array of breakfast dishes—fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, and honey-drizzled yogurt. Cassian lounged in one of the chairs, a cup of coffee in hand. Nico sat down at the head of the table keeping his gaze on me, daring to try anything.

Alexander pulled out a chair, but instead of gesturing for me to sit, he took a seat himself and tugged me gently onto his lap. I stiffened immediately, attempting to push away. "No—" Alexander's grip tightened slightly, keeping me in place. "Jules," he said, his voice patient but firm. "Don't make this difficult." I squirmed again, but his arms remained firm around my waist. "You need to eat, sweetheart." I hesitated, but when I didn't move, he pressed a piece of peach against my lips.

"Open," he instructed.

My cheeks burned, but I complied, taking the bite. The sweetness of the fruit melted on my tongue, distracting me for a brief moment. Alexander's arms stayed wrapped around me as he continued feeding me, his warmth sinking into my skin. It was suffocating, yet strangely calming. "You'll start feeling better soon," he murmured against my temple. "You just need time to adjust."

I wasn't sure if that was true. But for now, I didn't have much of a choice





Imagine this for her outfit but then in pink <3