From Grey To White {Christian Grey}

Prologue

Madelyn walked into Christian's bedroom to find him passed out on the bed. He looked so peaceful. After the fight they had this morning, she thought she was going to find him angry. Not sleeping peacefully, like a young child. She slipped her heels off and took off her dress, walking over to his dresser and putting on one of his shirts. She carefully climbed in bed with him, trying not to wake him. She sunk under the covers, exhausted from crying all day. She lay her head on his shoulder and rested her hand on his chest. 
He jolted awake, quickly grabbing her hand. When he realized it was Madelyn, he released his grip and sat up, ruffling his hair. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."
She sat up and shook her head. She knew better than to touch him. "No, I know you don't like me to touch you there. It's my fault." She quickly got out of the bed, walking towards the door. She turned to face him. "I'm sorry about this morning. I just can't handle your.." She trailed off trying to think of the right word. "Lifestyle."
He smiled, something she hardly ever got to see from him. He stood, walking over to her and grabbing her hand. He kissed her knuckles, looking up at her. "It's gone."
She squinted at him. No. Did he really do it? "What do you mean?"
He opened the door and walked out, dragging her with him. He led her to the room she feared. The only room that made her insides twist, made her whole body shudder. The room that made her want to run from the man she loved. The Red Room.
He turned around, he looked down at her, excitement spread across his face. He could see the fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, Mads." He bent down and kissed her lightly, lingering for a moment. He put his forehead to hers. "Come on." He walked behind her, putting his hand over her eyes. "Open the door."
She reached out and opened the door, shaking from fear. She wasn't ready for this, again. He lead her in there, still keeping his hands over her eyes. He finally removed his hand and jumped in front of her. He threw his arms out with a wide grin on his face. "See?"
She looked around. It was all gone. All of it. It didn't even look like the Red Room anymore. The leather had been torn off the walls, the bed was gone, the whips, the chains, the blindfolds, every little thing- just gone. She turned to him, biting her lip. "Why did you do this?"
He walked to her, running his thumb down her cheek and across her bottom lip like he always did. "For you." He ran one of his hands through her hair. "You said you didn't want to be part of this. You told me you would walk away if I stayed with this- What did you call it?"
She smiled. "Lifestyle."
"Lifestyle." He nodded. "I want you. And if that means turning my life around and trying new things just so I can be with you... I'll do it. I would do anything for you, Madelyn Young."