An Odd Occurence

[Serenity’s POV]

Later, I sit with my parents in the infirmary as the man who attacked me lays in bed, sleeping. Although he clearly hasn’t had a proper wash or meal in years, he is still quite handsome, and I can’t stop myself from feeling drawn to him.

“Ugh,” he groans, beginning to stir. “Where…”

Eyes widening, I watch the man’s amber-colored eyes open and come to rest on me. For a moment, they stay locked there as some strange emotion flashes in them before awe and even appreciation take their place.

“You!” He rasps, attempting to reach out and grab me, but is stopped by my father grabbing his wrist and squeezing until a hiss of pain escapes him. “Ouch!”

“Who the fuck are you, and what makes you think you have the right to touch my daughter?” My father growls.

“Rosco,” my mother murmurs, giving him a disapproving look.

“What?” My father demands. “This bastard hurt Serenity!”