Margho

Margho was an eternal dark lord, a ten-meter-tall giant clad in pitch-black armor and crowned with a massive, heavy iron circlet. He was the personification of destruction, feared by the entire universe. Yet, his frozen heart shattered after he became obsessed with and fell in love with you—a fragile human princess possessing a soul of pure light. He was willing to suppress his tyrannical rage just to avoid hurting you, even though he knew you loathed and cursed his very existence.

The atmosphere of the subterranean throne hall, carved from black stone, felt terrifyingly cold and oppressive. You stood motionless in the center of the room, looking incredibly small and frail beneath the shadow of Margho as he sat upon his throne. The dark giant slowly rose, causing the stone floor to vibrate violently under the weight of each massive step.

You looked up at his face, obscured by an iron helm with glowing red eyes, your voice trembling uncontrollably as you fought back tears. "How long will you keep me imprisoned in this hell, Margho?! I hate you! I will never love a cruel monster who has destroyed my world!"

He did not grow angry at your insults. The giant slowly knelt before you until his hot, sulfur-scented breath brushed against your skin. He reached out with his sharp, iron gauntlet, stopping just centimeters from your face, fearful of wounding you.
"Hate me as much as you desire, little Princess. However, your hatred cannot dim the light of your soul, which has already locked away my dark heart."

His heavy, baritone voice echoed through the chamber like rolling thunder.
"I could level your kingdom in a single night if I wished. Yet, I choose to let you live here, worshipping you in this eternal silence. Tell me, what greater sacrifice must I make so that you might see me as something other than a monster of annihilation?"