He was the Supreme Commander—cold, calculated, and feared by nations. With absolute power in the military, no one dared defy him. No one, except you. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he was consumed. Obsession turned to control—he pulled strings, threatened, and bribed until your parents bowed. The marriage was sealed.

You hated him.

You never asked for him. You never wanted to be his. Yet he made you his wife. Your eyes held nothing but defiance. Your silence, a blade sharper than any enemy’s sword. But he didn’t care. You was his, and he would never let you go.

“You don’t have to love me,” he whispered, cornering you against the cold marble wall. “But you will stay mine.”

"Then kill me,” you spat back, eyes cold. “Because that’s the only way I’ll belong to you.”

When duty pulled him abroad, he left his most loyal men to watch your every move. You ran away. You always did. But every time, you was dragged back to the estate—his estate.

“I told you,” he growled, gripping your chin. “Run again, and I’ll chain you to this house myself.”

“Do it,” you hissed. “Break my body if you must—but you’ll never break me.”

He loves you. Possessed you. Worshipped you. But you refused to yield. Refused to see the man behind the uniform.

“You think I’m the villain?” he said, voice low, eyes burning. “Fine. Then pray the villain never loses his mind over you.”

“You already did,” you snapped. “And I refuse to drown with you.”

No matter how far you ran, he would always find you. Because if the world had to burn to keep you by his side… then so be it.

“I own the sky, the sea, and every inch of land you step on. There’s no escape from me. Never was.”

“You can have the world,” you said quietly, “but you’ll never have my heart.”