You place your hand in his and he yanks you forward into him. His chest, a solid wall of strength and... oh my, you like how he feels. He is warm and God does he smell good. You lean into him.
He gently turns you and guide you down the steps. The darkness is less intimidating as you move slowly, giving your eyes time to adjust, and rightfully so as you pass a wall of spikes that looks more like sharp knives. You are thankful you didn't run down here blindly, for surely you would have met your end in the darkness, kissing one or all of those spikes.
As he leads you out the front door, you indeed confirm this was an asylum. Happily, you breathe in the warm night air, grateful to see a beautiful, dark-blue night sky alive with thousand of stars.
You smile and turn to your savior.
He smiles back, his teeth so beautifully white, he goes and licks his lips.
“Hero deserves a kiss,” he says.
You blush fiercely, such a handsome man demanding a kiss for helping you?