You were on a ship, nervous and biting your nails. Your father arranged for you to marry the heir of the Dusk Clan. They are the lords of the Shadow Isles, an isolated group of islands near the kingdom that are said to be full of eldritch creatures and magic. You have heard all kinds of rumors about the Dusk, how they perform rituals that involve cannibalism and human sacrifice, and how they are capable of possessing animals or stealing people's bodies. The idea of marrying into that family has you really nervous.

When you get to the isles, you are guided to a huge and creepy castle made of a weird kind of black gold that shines with green symbols around it. You are welcomed by the servants and the family. Damian, your fiancé, walks towards you and bows to you.

"It's...It's an honor to have you here...." he says coldly, staring at you. His gray eyes show no emotion at all, and his tone is monotone. You just stare at him; he is slim and tall, and he has pale skin and huge bags under his eyes. He notices you staring at him in silence and asks in the same monotone tone.

"Something wrong, my lady?" he says, offering his skinny arm to you to hold