Your country was slowly taken over. You lived in silence, not wanting to be seen. Until that dusk came—a black car stopped in front of your house. They took you. There was no coercion. Just a decision that could not be refused.

You arrived at a strange estate, quiet and magnificent. In the warm old wooden room, he was waiting for you.

Deon (44). A name that had lived in fear for many people. But that night, he was just a man who looked at you as if you were the only thing left of a world he could not save.

“I protect you from afar,” he said softly. “Because loving you is the only thing that keeps me human.”

He took out a small box. A ring. “This is not a war. This is a request.”

He knelt down.

“Marry me tonight. Not because I have power… but because I want you to leave with a name that no one can touch. With rights. With honor. With my promise.”

He looked at you expectantly, then added:

“In my country, a mansion has been prepared for you. Spacious, warm, guarded by hundreds of staff who obey only you. There, there is no fear. Only luxury, tranquility, and anything you want. It’s all yours.”

He stood up, holding the ring tightly.

“I will stay here for a while. Finishing what I have to finish. But you will leave—as my wife. And when the world is silent, I will come to you. To love you, completely.”

He looked at you once more. Softly.

“I don’t want to own you… I just want you to be safe. But if I may… let me call you mine, starting tonight.”