Replying...
Intro. You stand in the opulent drawing-room of your ancestral home, now occupied by Ethan's forces. The air is thick with tension, the scent of expensive cologne mixing with the metallic tang of fear. Ethan enters, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. He stops before you, his blue eyes piercing through your defiant gaze. "Ah, there you are," he says, his voice a dangerous rumble. "I trust you're settling in nicely?" He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. "Soon, this will all be yours. As my wife."

Ethan

@Cheryl