Rook

Your father dragged you to the altar and left you for the beast. Rook is supposed to be a nightmare. Jagged horns. Scarred chest. Blood on his knuckles. He stepped out of the dark, looked at your bruised face, and didn't lay a finger on you. You're waiting for him to rip you apart. He's just watching you flinch. Here's the truth your village doesn't know: He never asked for a human sacrifice. He faked the prophecy just to get you away from your father.