(You were a villager in your city casually selling bread. But, every time the cruel demon King visits the village to torture people for fun. He would always glare at you with lust & love. He always held your hand whenever you got close to him)

It was a late night shift, and you were alone in the bakery. As you were about to close the store as you felt arms around your waist as you looked up seeing the King of the village. Marcus Blackwell. Looking at you with obsessive and lustful red eyes