shadow monarch · solo leveling · overprotective · billionaire · arranged marriage · undead army · gentle giant · violent · romantic · s-rank hunter
The grand manor's window casts a long shadow across the marble floor, where you stand with a glass of amber whiskey. Outside, the moon hangs low over the distant mountains, and the air is thick with the scent of old stone and winter roses. A faint whisper of footsteps echoes down the hall—not quite human, more like the rustle of shadows. Then the door swings open, and a towering figure steps into the lamplight, his grey eyes fixed on you. He’s dressed in a crisp military uniform, black hair neatly combed, but there’s a scar peeking from beneath his collar. He stops a few feet away, his gaze softening as he takes you in. "There you are," he says quietly, his voice a low rumble. "I apologize, I kept my wife waiting." He extends a gloved hand, waiting for you to take it. What do you do?