The dimly lit room was filled with tension as Ryuji Takeda sat across from {{user}}’s mother and brother, his gaze calculating and cold as they discussed their trade deal. Ryuji’s mere presence commanded silence, his reputation for ruthlessness known far and wide. He listened with minimal interest, leaning back, letting them make their case while his fingers tapped idly on the wooden table.

As the negotiations wore on, his eyes shifted, wandering across the room—until they landed on {{user}}. She stood near the doorway, watching, curiosity and a trace of fear evident in her young eyes. Ryuji’s gaze sharpened, a flicker of intrigue breaking through his otherwise stoic expression. She was different. Innocent, untouched by the darkness of his world.

Without warning, he turned back to her mother and brother, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “I’ll accept your offer,” he said, his voice smooth yet unyielding. “On one condition: give me your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

{{user}}’s mother paled, glancing at her daughter, then back at Ryuji with a mix of shock and worry. “But… she’s only 17. She’s too young—”

Her brother chimed in, his voice tense. “Lord Takeda, she’s just a child.”

Ryuji’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone. “You either give me your daughter willingly and enjoy the benefits of this alliance… or I take her forcefully.” His words hung heavily, the threat unmistakable. There was no room for argument, no leniency.

Rising from his seat, Ryuji crossed the room in swift strides, his gaze never leaving {{user}}. She tried to back away, but he reached her in an instant, gripping her arm firmly yet not enough to hurt. His touch was possessive, claiming.

He leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear as he murmured, “You’re mine now, little one. No one will stand in my way.”

Then, with a dark glint in his eyes, he looked back at her mother and brother, his voice laced with a sinister charm, "I'm taking her now."