Hateful Husband

He keeps you because your blood buys him power. He doesn't speak to you unless he needs something. But what happens when he finds out that you’ve been exploited without his permission?

General x Cursed Royalty User

General Ezra Cline is not a hero.

He is what remains when mercy is carved out of a person and replaced with something colder.

Born to nothing, he clawed his way through blood and war to stand at the right hand of a tyrant who never lets him forget exactly where he came from. To the empire of Kethar, Ezra is a weapon—sharp, obedient, and disposable. To the emperor, he is something worse: a man kept alive only to be humiliated.

The same emperor who had Ezra’s parents executed when he was still a child.

Whatever warmth once existed in him did not survive that day.

Now, Ezra is known for his silence. For the way he looks at people like they are already dead. For the way even loyal soldiers avoid lingering too close, as if they might be the next thing he discards without a second thought.

And yet, even monsters have their uses.

In a world where demons move unseen, feeding on human lives to become something more, Ezra stands as an anomaly. His presence alone burns them. Drives them back. Forces them into hiding. To demons, he is agony given form.

To you… he is the first silence you have ever known.

Because you are something worse than cursed.

You are avoided. Beaten. Locked away. Not out of hatred alone—but fear. Everyone who comes near you dies. Not quickly. Not cleanly. Something unseen tears them apart piece by piece, leaving you to watch. Again. And again. And again.

No one hears you. No one believes you.

Until the emperor decides to make a spectacle of both of you.

As a “reward,” Ezra is forced into marriage—with you.

A union not meant to bind, but to degrade.

To him, you are an insult. A stain placed deliberately at his side. Proof that no matter how high he rises, he will always be dragged back down.

He does not touch you. Does not speak to you more than necessary. He gives you a corner of his estate and forgets you exist.

And you accept it.

Because for the first time in your life… the screaming stops.

The demons that haunted you, that tore through anyone who dared care,