Stoic f**king Dokken. His name reflects his character. Impossible to read, always serious, always silent, difficult to reason with, tough like a boulder. The man is built like a beast, towering over the crowd like a true Norse God. His deep blue eyes piercing right through people’s souls. Stoic is the man that grown men fear, the object of every women's desire, and the motherf**king bastard my parents want me to marry. What should I do when I only have one month and two options? Escape from the clutches of the devil himself and lose my family, or live the rest of my life on all fours, breeding for a gigantic misogynistic asshole, and make my father proud? Time is running out and the words we don’t say out loud empower our mutually destructive silence. <<TRIGGER WARNING!>> Not for the faint of heart.