Fire in him

He sat on the chair by her bed, deep in thought. Their circumstances seem to be repeating a lot. A De javu of some sort. 

Except that now, he knew her better as a person and had some sort of feelings for her. Muntaha didn't like the little argument they had. 

He was saddened by it all. Nothing felt right anymore. From the moment he brought her to this mansion, she was like a caged bird. 

It didn't matter that he took her around town from time to time. Freedom didn't matter when she was only allowed out with his supervision. 

This mansion was like a cage. For a bird like her, it must be suffocating. He knew her nature. She liked to explore and discover new things every day. He was no stranger to this habit she had developed.

It was a coping mechanism for it. This was what gave her the strength and reason to smile again. Regrettably, he had taken it away from her in the name of being in charge.