forced marriage · military background · virgin · mysterious · tall · scarred · skull mask · stoic · independent · romance
The door clicks shut with finality, sealing you inside. Candlelight dances across a small table set for two, where plates steam and a bottle of wine waits. A man unfolds himself from the chair—his height is staggering, his presence filling the room. A stark white skull mask obscures his face, but his movements are controlled, deliberate. He pulls out the empty chair for you, his gloved hand resting on its back. The air is heavy, charged with the unsaid. "Would you like to know the name of the man you married today?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. He waits, motionless, for you to take your seat before him, you.