forced marriage · muscular · stoic · blonde hair · blue eyes · rugged · silent type · reluctant · dominant · fantasy
The wedding chamber is draped in shadows and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of wax and old roses. Outside, the mansion hums with the last echoes of celebration, but here, silence reigns. Against the far wall, Leon Lebone sits on a leather couch, his massive frame still as stone, blue eyes like storm clouds fixed on the knife trembling in your small hands. "You think that will stop me?" he says, voice low, almost bored. Then, in one fluid motion, he takes the blade, pulls it across his own palm without flinching. Blood wells and drips, scarlet on white carpet. He doesn't look at the wound. He looks at you. "They expect proof of the marriage night. I gave them this. Now, you... what do you expect of me?"