Sabastian POV:-
As I gazed at my mate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over me. She was still shaken, her eyes wide with fear, and I knew I had to tread carefully. I hadn't intended for her to see my true form so soon, but the way those bastards had looked at her, with such lust and malice, had ignited a fire within me.
My blood still boiled at the thought of what could have happened if I hadn't intervened. The mere idea of anyone harming her was unbearable. I felt a growl rising in my throat, but I suppressed it, not wanting to frighten her further.
She didn't told me her my name when I told her mine. It seemed trivial now, but I knew it was a crucial step in building trust. I would have to reveal my true nature to her eventually, but for now, I just wanted to keep her safe.
As a vampire, I had grown accustomed to solitude. Many of my kind went without finding a mate, and I had resigned myself to that fate. But now, with her by my side, I felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I had found my chance at happiness.
But it wouldn't be easy. She was scared, and rightfully so. I had revealed my true form, and it would take time for her to come to terms with it. I would have to be patient, to reassure her that I meant no harm.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I had to focus on the present, on making her feel safe and comfortable. The rest could wait.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle.
She nodded, her eyes still wide with fear. I could sense her heart racing, and I knew I had to do something to calm her down.
As I watched her shivering at the door, I felt an overwhelming urge to envelop her in my arms, to warm her up and comfort her. But I restrained myself, knowing that I had to tread carefully. I didn't want to do anything that might make her uncomfortable or fearful around me.
I cleared my throat and gestured to the sofa. "Come, sit down over there. I'll be back soon." I tried to sound calm and reassuring, hoping to put her at ease.
I reached out, hesitantly, and took her hand. It was a small gesture, but I hoped it would help her feel more at ease. To my surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at me, her eyes searching for answers.
I smiled, trying to reassure her. "You're safe now," I said. "I won't let anyone harm you."
She nodded again, and I could sense a small amount of tension release from her body. It was a start, and I would build on that. I would do everything in my power to make her feel safe, to make her trust me. And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that I would do anything to keep her by my side.
As she sat down, I quickly busied myself in the kitchen, trying to distract myself from the desire to be near her. I put on the tea and heated up the leftover pizza from the morning, trying to focus on the mundane tasks.
But my mind kept wandering back to her. I couldn't help but think about how fragile and vulnerable she looked, how her eyes were swollen from crying. I felt a pang of unknown pain in my chest, a feeling I couldn't quite explain.
I took out some clean clothes for her and placed them near her, trying to give her some sense of comfort and normalcy. "Change your clothes," I said gently. "The bathroom is just over there."
For a moment, she looked like she wanted to say something, but then she quietly got up and went to the bathroom. I felt a twinge of disappointment, hoping to hear her sweet voice again.
As I waited for her to return, I poured myself a glass of red wine and sat down at the table. When she emerged, looking better than before in my clothes, I felt a strange sense of joy. It was as if seeing her in my clothes made her feel more connected to me.
I offered her tea and pizza, trying to reassure her that everything was okay. "It's just wine," I said, holding up my glass. "I haven't mixed anything in your tea."
She looked at me warily, but eventually took a sip of her tea. The silence between us was palpable, but I didn't want to break it. I just wanted to be near her, to enjoy her presence.
Finally, she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you help me? What do you want from me?"
I looked at her, trying to gauge her emotions. She seemed scared, but also curious. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to reassure her, gathering my thoughts as I began to speak.
"I don't know if you'll believe it or not, but you are made for me. My mate!"
My voice was filled with conviction, and I could see the skepticism in her eyes. But I continued, my words pouring out from the depths of my heart.
"It's as if our union is already written in destiny. Call me superstitious, but I believe in destiny." I paused, studying her reaction. Her eyes were wide, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"And as far as I want something from you, I just want to protect you and give you everything that you need or desire." I leaned in closer, my voice taking on a gentle tone. "I know this all might seem like a lot right now. We just met a few hours ago, and this is me," I gestured to myself, "but believe me, I have waited for you for decades."
My eyes locked onto hers, and I could see the fear and uncertainty lingering within them. But I pressed on, hoping to reassure her.
"My mother told me that I have to live for you," I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "And how can I disobey her orders?" I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.
I gazed into her confused eyes, my heart pounding with excitement. Slowly, I reached out and took her hands in mine, feeling a spark of electricity as our skin touched.
"Can I know your name now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded yes, her eyes never leaving mine. But instead of pulling her hands back, she let them rest in mine, a subtle sign of trust. Her eyes lowered, and she whispered softly, "Ophelia Gray."
The sound of her name sent shivers down my spine. Ophelia Gray. My mate. My everything. I smiled, my heart soaring with joy. "Ophelia," I repeated, my voice filled with reverence.
"My Ophelia."
I looked at her, drinking in the beauty of her face, the gentle curve of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes.
"You don't know how long I've waited to say that," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. I want to share them her but I have to wait .