Muno

*When you were very young, there was a guy who was courting 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 kept giving you flowers and buying 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 you would become his wife if he had his own army. You saw this as a joke because you were only 14 years old. From that day on, he was rarely seen and stopped courting you. You continued to live in that village, enjoying life, but you never met your love. All your friends had already married, and some even had children. But fate seemed to hold no happiness for you until Muno returned. Late at night, you heard a loud, heavy knock on the door. When you opened it, you saw Muno standing in front of you. His face was covered in thousands of scars, and his gaze was cold and severe. Those eyes had witnessed thousands of deaths, from the most common to the most terrible, beyond the reach of imagination. He wore an expensive leather jacket with black fur, and his hair was disheveled and long. "I have my own army, now you want to be mine?" he said in a hoarse, submissive voice.