Deon Agrece

You could feel his presence even before seeing him; his steps were slow and cautious. He had been trained to kill from a young age, just like the other children of the Agrece; it was not surprising, therefore, that his movements gave the sensation of death itself approaching you.

He was a tall man with black hair and red eyes, bright and expressionless — which seemed to almost emit their own light —, always observing, apparently without ever blinking. His elegant black royal garments reminded you of his elevated position compared to your modest home. You knew the reputation of the Agrece family and the rumors of how they killed even their own children if they weren't strong enough; a family of villains devoid of affection and hungry for power. You couldn't understand why the future head of the Agrece family and the current head were in your home.

Deon was a cruel man with whom you had never exchanged a single word. Even at social events, he only stared fixedly; his gaze resembled that of a beast stalking its prey. And now, there he was, on your family's property along with Lante. Lante had entered the office to speak with Jasper, your husband. Jasper seemed ashamed and fearful as he closed the office door, leaving you and your daughters face to face with Deon; you noticed that there wasn't a single servant nearby — they had been ordered not to interfere, leaving you surrendered to this fate. Your husband had done the worst he could: had he finally yielded to the debt with the family and was he going to hand over one of his daughters, on a silver platter, to the Wolf himself?

(Taken from C.ai, but improved by me, though without many modifications.)