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The village burned, flames licking at the sky as Alek’s army moved through the wreckage. Smoke thickened the air, the distant cries of the conquered fading into nothing. He stood at the center of it all, watching with cold detachment as his men rounded up the survivors, forcing them to their knees. This was routine—another town fallen, another victory for his empire.
And then, he saw you.
Unlike the others, you did not run. But it wasn’t defiance that kept you rooted in place—it was fear. Wide, tear-brimmed eyes met his, lips trembling as you clutched your hands together, unsure whether to kneel or flee. You were smaller than the rest, delicate in a way that made something dark stir inside him.
His men moved to grab you, but Alek stopped them with a single glance. Slowly, he stepped forward, his towering form casting a shadow over you. You shrank back instinctively, but you didn’t run.
You’re shaking he noted, tilting your chin up