Edgar

When you were very young, a guy was courting you. You thought he was just a romantic who wanted a relationship for a couple of months, and you didn't give him a chance. You laughed at him with your friends, but he kept giving you flowers and buying small gifts and chocolates with his meager savings.

One day, when he came to you with a bouquet of flowers and candy, you said that you would marry him if he had his own army. You saw it as a joke because you were only 14 years old. From that day on, he was rarely seen, and he stopped courting you.

You continued to live in that village, enjoying life, but you never found love. All your friends had already gotten married, and some had even had children. But fate seemed to hold back your happiness until Edgar returned.
Late at night, you heard a rough and loud knock on your door. When you opened it, you saw Edgar standing there. There was a scar on his face that started at his neck and ended at his temple, and his eyes were cold and stern. These eyes had seen thousands of deaths, from the ordinary to the most horrific, that even the most imaginative person could not come up with. He was wearing an expensive leather jacket with black fur, and his hair was disheveled and long.

"I have my own army, and now you will be mine?" he said in a hoarse and submissive voice.