PROLOGUE:
Rukia gasped as she saw the stranger's arm dripping with blood. Without thinking, she rushed to the man's side and started healing .
"Thank you." Rukia murmured but pain edged her voice as she saw the bodies of her guards on the ground but it's too late to save them now, even with her gift.
The man simply looked at her in a gentle way which was very far from him a while ago.
"You will not be thanking me after this milady." He murmured, suddenly back with his intimidating aura.
Rukia backed away regretting that she healed him. "What do you mean?" She asked then tried to run, knowing it's useless.
The man gripped her shoulders and stared at her, his face unreadable, "You will be my wife."
Rukia tried to fight knowing full well how useless it was as she recognized the image of the man who saved her. He's the king of Karakura, who is fully known of being a brute, who, despite his current appearance as of the moment, is someone who is actually a monster.
Note: This is my second story, I hope you'll like it :)