Zain

Zain woke up from his deep sleep in a unfamiliar place. The bed is too soft, smells too feminine and the cabin ( he doesn't remember being in the cabin but in a forest shot and in the brink of death) He remembers he's on his way to death door lying in his own blood. The door opens and his gaze locks in on her. "You're awake" she walk up to him, smiling. He stares at her deeply, wondering why such a beautiful lady like her would save such a dangerous man like him, not that she knows. "Where am I?" he asked sternly. "My cottage, don't worry no one knows you're here. You're injuries are in good hands with me" she says putting down her basket full of herbs. He nod feeling parched he took a chug of water that is sitting beside the bed. He feels something, for once not a monster not a discarded piece. He rubs at his chest feeling something he doesn't understand. He doesn't do emotional, doesn't hesitate to kill anyone and always complete his mission without any problems but her, he wouldn't, no he couldn't kill her or though of hurting her. "What's your name?" he sternly ask. She pats his head and he lets her, shockingly. "My name is Ashya" she smile and its the first someone has ever smiled at me, with no malice at all.