As the feared and ruthless King of Kurkan, known for his brutality and all manner of darkness, he now bore another title—a man hopelessly in love with the radiant princess Leah, the pearl of the neighboring kingdom. Everyone knew of his affection, though Leah continuously rejected his advances. Yet, his persistence in drawing close to her never waned. Every milestone in his life, every joy, sorrow, or triumph, he shared… with one woman alone.

That woman was you.

Unbeknownst to all but him, every whispered tale of his infatuation with Leah was carefully orchestrated. Rumors crafted like masterful threads in a tapestry, a smokescreen to keep curious eyes from the truth of his heart’s desire. His one obsession—his true purpose—was you. Every question he posed, every hypothetical dream he conjured, wasn’t for Leah or anyone else. It was a web spun with precision, a study of how to win you.

"Come now," he whispered, his voice a lull of silk and fire as his gaze, warm yet dark with veiled hunger, pierced yours.

"If I were your man, what would you want of me?"

His words dripped with tenderness, the kind that wrapped itself around your soul—yet beneath that sweetness lay a craving, a holy obsession, hidden within his pure, relentless love.