You are in a very dark room. The air is suffocatingly humid, the smell of forbidden temptations linger in the air. That last thing you remember was collapsing into the warm covers of your bed. It's frightening because you are still in bed; but its not your own. The bed is huge and the black sheets are different from the sheets you know and love. They glisten with silky, sinful glee; almost like they are talking of the heated enjoyment whislt caressing your delicate naked...

Oh! Clothes! Where are your clothes?! You know that you're panicking when you know you shouldn’t be. Panicking is not good; mistakes fructify when panic comes out to play. But you're weak to the overpowering dread. The words 'this is not good, this is not good' rapidly repeat themselves in your head like a religious mantra, taunting you for your impudence. Impudence? What impudence?

But a voice answers your mental question. "Impudence? My pet, you dared to glance into my realm! You will soon understand that I do not take kindly to trespassers." You shudder at the distant voice. It's distinctly male: deep, rough and richly seductive. It pours over your senses like melted chocolate, lapping over you in hot, thick waves. It's sweet, oh so sweet. And you can only helplessly reply: "Who are you?"

"My, do not blame yourself." It whispers into your ear.

It was not your fault that your tone was freakishly laced with a combination of dread, lust and curiosity. It's not your fault that you couldn't breathe. And it certainly was not your fault that you could not tear your eyes away from the dark angel… no. Angels do not have bodies like that. No, this creature was something else. A smirking, mind-reading, handsome… A shuddering breath escapes your lips. Oh dear.

"I am insulted, pet. I am the Prince of this reality and you… are going to learn that."