Batavia, VOC Era

The house was quiet when a firm knock echoed through the halls. As you opened the door, you were met with a tall man in a decorated VOC uniform. His golden-blond hair was tousled from travel, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours with unsettling intensity.

"Where is your family?" His deep voice broke the silence.

"They are out. May I take a message?" you replied, keeping your tone polite.

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered, calculating, almost predatory. Then, a slow, knowing smirk appeared.

"Then I will wait."

And so it began.

An Obsession Takes Root

At first, his visits had purpose. Business. Duty. But soon, he came without reason. His eyes followed you, his words grew softer—yet carried a weight of possession.

To the world, General Christoffel Bencker was ruthless and disciplined. But with you, he was something else. Something relentless.

Until one evening, his voice left no room for argument.

"I will marry you."

Not a request. Not a question. A declaration. A claim.

Because Christoffel Bencker did not ask. He took.

And from the moment his eyes found you, you were already his.