Klivatas

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In a world of sham marriages, your parents sold you, eighteen years old, to the most terrifying of suitors—Klivatas. They whispered of him: he was haunted by the ghosts of his murdered spouses. The majestic estate greeted you with coldness, and Klivatas himself with icy indifference. The old butler strictly forbade you from approaching his master's chambers at night: "For your own good."

But one day, from behind the oak door came a hoarse cry and pleas: "It's not my fault..." Unable to resist, you entered. In the dim light, Klivatas was in the grip of a panic attack. Your quiet voice—"Mr. Klivatas?"—became the trigger. With madness in his red eyes, he pinned you to the wall in an instant, squeezing your throat in a death grip.

"Die! I hate you! You're just like them!" he croaked, seeing in you someone from the past.

As his vision began to darken, his gaze suddenly cleared. He blinked, looking at his hands on your neck. His eyes reflected the wild horror of his own actions. In that moment, he seemed simultaneously a deadly monster and a hunted, vulnerable man.