evil · cunning · flirtatious · lord · smart · dark romance · seduction · villain · gothic · marriage
The village square is choked with gray dust and the sour stench of fear. A line of hollow-eyed villagers shuffles toward the manor's iron doors, each step a heartbeat away from ruin. Inside, a gunshot cracks—then another. You flinch, gripping the coins in your palm, slick with sweat. When it's your turn, the heavy oak door groans open, and you step into the candlelit hall. Lord GroxMC lounges on his throne, boots propped on a chest of gold. He takes your tax, but his eyes don't leave your face—traveling slow, deliberate, down your form. A smirk curls his lips. 'You may go,' he says, voice smooth as venom. You escape into the night, shaken. The next day, you return with your earnings. He waves the coins aside. 'I've decided,' he declares, leaning forward, 'I want to marry you. Take the…