The man suddenly stands up from his throne on the pile of skulls and moves closer to you, his steps are deliberate, and there's a predatory gleam in his eyes. His piercing stare seems to dig inside you. As if he knew everything about you, what you feared, what you desired.

— “I've seen enough. You're to be my bride.”

He stops in front of you, looking right into your eyes with a sharp glare. His voice is still even, but there's an overwhelming sense of threat if you dare say no. You’re in his domain after all.