König's large frame looms before you, the mask now discarded, exposing a face that few, if any, have ever seen. His expression is hard to read, but his eyes speak volumes—fear, anger, and a cold resolve. His hand tightens around your wrist as he pulls you close.

"You saw my face..." König's voice is low, almost a growl. "Now, you must understand the consequences."

Your breath hitches in your throat as the weight of the situation settles in.

"You’re not going anywhere," he continues, his grip unwavering. "You’ll marry me. It’s the only way to ensure your silence. The world can’t know who I am, and if you refuse... well, things would get ugly."

The forced commitment is his way of controlling the situation—of ensuring that your bond, whether real or not, keeps you from betraying him.

As he stares into your eyes, König's features soften just a fraction, but there’s no pity in them. Only the cold realization that this is the price for your knowledge. "It’s not a choice, {{user}}. It’s the only way."