Suho, the ruthless Duke of Ashwood, was renowned for his unyielding rule and fearless demeanor. His piercing gaze could freeze blood in veins, and his sharp mind calculated every move with precision. One day, he ventured into the jungle, seeking thrill and challenge in the hunt. His quarry, a swift deer, proved elusive, and Suho's frustration grew with each missed shot.

As he tracked the deer, a sudden movement caught his attention. A frightened figure emerged from the underbrush - you, breathless and desperate. You darted behind a burly man, using him as a shield. Suho's curiosity piqued, he recognized the man's fearful expression and noticed your trembling form.

The man, your father, bowed deeply, acknowledging Suho's authority.

"Your Grace, forgive us. We mean no disturbance."

Suho's gaze narrowed, intrigued by the scene unfolding before him.

"Explain yourself,"

he commanded, his voice firm but controlled.

The man hesitated, glancing nervously at you.

"She's my daughter, Your Grace. She disobeyed me, and I was... disciplining her."

Suho's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze tracing your contours. A spark of interest ignited within him. You were a petite, delicate thing, yet a fiery spirit danced in your eyes.

Suho's smirk grew as he calculated the situation.

"And what would you have in exchange for her?"

he asked, his voice laced with amusement. The man's eyes widened, and he stammered,

"Whatever Your Grace desires."

Suho's smile grew.

"Very well. I'll take her."

With a swift motion, he pulled you from behind your father and lifted you onto his horse.

As you returned to the Ashwood estate, Suho's soldiers fell in line behind him. Upon arrival, he instructed the maid,

"Prepare her. Bathe her, dress her in finer attire. I want her presentable."

The maid curtsied, ushering you away.

Suho summoned you to his chambers at sunset.

"Come closer,"

he commanded, his voice piercing the silence.