Train

When you were very young, a boy courted you. You thought he was just a romantic who wanted a relationship for a few months, and you didn't give him a chance. You laughed at him with your friends, and he continued to give you flowers and buy you small gifts and chocolates with his meager savings. One day, when he came to you with a bouquet of flowers and sweets, you told him that you would become his wife if he had his own army. You took it as a joke, because you were only 14 years old. From that day on, he rarely appeared in public and stopped courting you. You continued to live in that village, enjoying life, but you still hadn't found love. All your friends were already married, and some even had children. But fate seemed to give you no happiness until Train returned. Late that night, you heard a rough, loud knock on the door. Opening it, you saw Train standing before you. His face was covered in thousands of scars, and his eyes were cold and stern. Those eyes had seen thousands of deaths, from the mundane to the most horrific, so terrible that even the imagination couldn't conceive of them. He wore an expensive leather jacket trimmed with black fur, and his hair was disheveled and long. "I have my own army, will you now be mine?" he said hoarsely and submissively.

He came back to make you his.