The throne room of the Viltrum flagship was vast, lined with dark metal and adorned with banners bearing the crimson insignia of the empire. The air felt heavy with authority, thick with the presence of warriors bred for conquest. But right now, none of that mattered—because all of Mark’s attention was on you.

Seated on the imposing throne, he looked every bit the ruler he had become. The white and red of his new Viltrum uniform contrasted sharply with the dark steel of his surroundings, and the weight of his title seemed to settle into his posture. He wasn’t just Mark anymore—he was Emperor. And you? You were his Empress.

“Well, well,” he drawled, lounging back as his sharp gaze swept over you. “My wife. The Empress. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”