The Lupus Luna

 My head is throbbing I reach for my eyes only to I realize that my arms are restrained. I try to move my legs and they are tied to something. I tell myself to breathe and not panic. I'm racking my brain for anything to figure out where I am, and how I got here. 

     I hear what sounds like a door open and footsteps. I know those footsteps, but I can't remember his name. Why? Why can't I remember my own name, but I know that those footsteps belong to someone I love. How is this possible? How is it possible that I'm tied up, with a ragging headache and this person is walking around? I'm starting to forget how to breathe when the person touches my hand and says "you are safe now. I rescued you last night. I'm sorry for the theatrics but if I didn't do it this way, your cover would have been blown. How is your head?" 

      My breathing is calming, his words and voice give me resources. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I have lost the ability to speak, and try moving my hands once more, and he says "sorry, let me help you out of these". He removes the pillowcase that lost its scent and reaches into his pocket pulling out a knife, as I stiffen. He grins "you are safe here honey. Let me cut you lose and take you to our room. I've missed you."

        I loosen up a bit, and as my hand restraints are cut loose, I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. He moves to cut my legs loose, then he stands up holding his hand out for mine. "I have some aspirin water, and your favorite breakfast waiting for you in our room." I smile at him and grab his hand.

         He feels familiar, but other than that, I can't remember a thing. I know I know him, but I don't remember him.

          I'm led up the few stairs where he opens a door, and the bright light shines through making my head ache much worse. I stop walking and pull both my hands to my face shielding myself from the light. He stops to close the door we came out of and locks it. He scoops me up and carries me as I shield my eyes. 

          I rest my head on his shoulder and take a breather, when the familiar scent of Lilies and a forest invades my nostrils and brings back what happened last night.

         I remember walking around on the ranch when I heard a noise and turned around just in time to have my head covered by a pillowcase. It smelt fresh like Lilies and the forest. It was surprisingly comforting and relaxing that I didn't fight to much after a few seconds, before passing out. 

        Why? If this is someone I'm supposed to be with, why did he take me from where I was? Why did he tie to a chair in clean underground basement at his house. Or our house? If we have an "our room" that would mean this would be "our home". Right? What cover was he trying to protect? 

       Where am I? Who is this man? or better question, who am I?