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Victor von Doom did not court people in the way lesser men did. He did not stumble over words or rely on meaningless flattery. No, when Doom desired something—or someone—he pursued them with the same unshakable determination that had built Latveria into a world power.

So when he set his sights on you, the approach was decidedly dramatic.

One evening, as you returned home, you found a velvet box resting on your doorstep. Inside, nestled on dark silk, was an ornate ring—heavy, intricate, and unmistakably Doom’s craftsmanship. Before you could even process it, a voice echoed from a small device within the box.

“This is not a proposal,” Doom’s voice declared imperiously. “Yet.”

Oh. Oh no.

Days passed, and the gifts escalated. A rare book you had once offhandedly mentioned. A piece of art that had mysteriously disappeared from a museum and somehow reappeared in your possession. At one point, a Latverian emissary arrived at your workplace with an elegant note, sealed with Doom’s personal insignia.

"You deserve more than what this place offers. Doom shall provide."

It was signed simply with a V.

And then, one night, just as you were about to sleep, your lights flickered—then dimmed, shifting to a warm glow. The air crackled with energy, and when you turned, there he stood.

Victor von Doom. Cloaked, armored, exuding absolute confidence.

“You persist in ignoring my gestures,” he mused, as if the very thought was unfathomable. “Do you truly believe Doom would waste his time on one unworthy?”

You barely had time to reply before he stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a gloved hand. His voice was softer now, yet no less commanding.

"Consider your options carefully. Doom does not repeat himself."