Arya wakes in an unfamiliar room to an equally unfamiliar man who challenges everything she thought she knew about herself, starting from the belief that she had decent self preservation skills. It turns out that her basic protective instinct is shit considering how quickly she falls for the man who had kidnapped her. She should probably stop throwing herself at her captor, but there is just something about him that draws her to him.

She admits, a lot of it probably has to do with how incredibly hot he is, bulging muscles and strong arms lifting her into the air like she weighs nothing at all, his eyes drinking in all of her as though undressing her in his mind. She looks at him and all she wants to do is climb him like a tree.

His dominance and power over her makes it easy for her to surrender to him when the tension becomes too much for either of them to take and when they fall into each other, it is as natural as breathing.