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Unexpected Sanctuary

Sophia slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing faintly as she tried to focus on her surroundings. The room was spacious, adorned with elegant furnishings that exuded luxury. A soft silver-grey duvet covered her, and she realized she was dressed in loose cream-colored pajamas that weren't hers. Confusion clouded her thoughts until a middle-aged woman in a maid's outfit entered the room, her warm smile reassuring.

"Oh darling, let me help you," the maid said gently, adjusting the pillows behind Sophia so she could sit up comfortably. She bustled about, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Sophia.

Sophia's voice was weak as she asked, "Where am I? How did I get here?" Her memory was hazy, the last thing she recalled was collapsing on a street somewhere.

The maid's expression softened with sympathy. "You were brought here unconscious. We called a doctor to check on you and treat your injuries. My employer is outside; I'm sure he can answer your questions. But first, let's get some food in you. You're still a bit weak."

With that, the maid left momentarily, returning shortly with a tray of breakfast options. Sophia slowly sat up further, feeling grateful for the care she was receiving despite the unsettling circumstances. Her head still ached, but the warm food and soothing environment eased her nerves.

After breakfast, Sophia felt a pressing need to freshen up. She noticed a set of clothes neatly laid out on the sofa in the room. With careful movements, she made her way to the bathroom, the warm water of the shower washing away the remnants of fear and confusion. Dressed in the fresh clothes provided, she returned to the bedroom feeling more composed.

The maid reappeared, a small smile on her face as she observed Sophia's improved demeanor. "Feeling better, dear?"

Sophia nodded gratefully. "Thank you for everything. Could you please let your boss know I'm ready to speak with him?"

The maid nodded and left the room once more, leaving Sophia alone with her thoughts. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease mixed with gratitude for the hospitality she was receiving. Her mind raced with questions, unsure of what to expect when she finally met the person responsible for bringing her here.

Minutes turned into an hour, and finally, the door opened again. Sophia turned to see a tall man dressed in a well-tailored suit entering the room. His presence was commanding, his dark hair neatly styled, and his muscular physique accentuated by the shirt that hugged his body tightly with sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.

Sophia's eyes widened as she recognized him. "You... what are you doing here? You're the one who brought me here?"

Luciano De'Romano, for that was his name, paused for a moment before answering, his voice steady and controlled. "Yes, my men found you unconscious in an alley."

Sophia's brow furrowed with confusion. "Thanks, but why did you bring me here?"

Luciano's expression softened slightly, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "I wanted to ensure you received proper care."

Sophia regarded him skeptically, her earlier fear resurfacing despite his calm demeanor. "And what do you want in return?"

Luciano's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his gaze unwavering. "Nothing, Miss Ramirez. I merely wanted to ensure your well-being."

Sophia's skepticism turned into frustration, her voice rising slightly. "I'm grateful for your hospitality and concern, but I don't even know your name. Why did you bring me here? Your men could have just taken me to a hospital and left me there."

Luciano's eyes narrowed slightly, his patience wearing thin. "You were in no condition to be left alone. My concern was purely for your safety."

Sophia shook her head, incredulous. "I appreciate your concern, and I don't mean to be ungrateful, but I don't even know your name. From day one, you've been point blank rude to me, and you just do things without even answering."

Luciano sighed, his features softening with resignation. "Sophia, calm down, please understand—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Sophia interrupted, her tone sharpening with frustration. "No, I don't understand. I don't even know who you are!"

Luciano's expression hardened, a flicker of frustration crossing his face. "I am Luciano De'Romano."

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