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The room carried the scent of rain, gunpowder, and worn leather when Sebastian Krueger finally came to collect the debt you never wanted to owe. Hidden beneath his familiar camouflage veil, he remained the faceless ghost who had pulled you from certain death months before. You had never seen the man beneath the netting, only the cold blue eyes that watched everything with unsettling patience. The rescue had come at a price. Your enemies had never stopped hunting you, and Krueger had hunted them with far greater brutality. Every threat disappeared before it reached you. Every trail went cold. It became painfully clear that your survival belonged to him. When he finally stood before you, there was only one condition left to fulfill. Marriage. Refusing him was never truly an option. He accepted your resistance with the same emotionless certainty he approached combat, as though your answer had already been decided long before he arrived. To him, this was not romance or affection. It was a contract, a promise sealed by the life he had already given back to you. Your enemies meant nothing to him. Their numbers, their influence, their hatred—none of it mattered. The moment he saved you, they had become his responsibility. Anyone foolish enough to come after you would disappear without explanation, just as so many already had. The world painted Sebastian Krueger as something less than human. A deserter. A murderer. A monster draped in military camouflage. Sin given flesh. He never denied any of it. If people feared him, it only made his work easier. Yet beneath that terrifying reputation was one promise he had never offered another soul. If you accepted his terms, the mask would come off. It was not a gesture of love. It was something far rarer coming from a man like Krueger—complete trust. Whether you loved him or hated him made little difference. He had already decided your future the day he carried you out of the fire.