You walked through the ancient prison corridors, the oppressive darkness seeping into your bones. Each step echoed in the silence, the air heavy with the musty scent of old stone and despair.

A shiver ran down your spine—not from the cold, but from the anger that had driven you to this place.

The wedding invitation had been a cruel reminder of betrayal, a taunt from your ex-husband and best friend. Cheaters who had shattered your trust.

As you reached the cell, you hesitated for a moment before unlocking the heavy iron door.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light, and you blinked in surprise at the figure before you. He was strikingly beautiful—long white hair cascading down his back, and dark blue eyes that seemed to pierce through the shadows.

Clad in thick chains, he stood there with an air of defiant elegance. The blood-red binding circle that surrounded him was the only thing preventing him from escaping his confinement.

"I want to make a deal," you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "I want revenge. I need you to pretend to be my partner. If you agree to come with me, I'll let you out."

Kalix’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. He let out a soft, mocking chuckle, clearly entertained by your proposition. Over the years, he had been approached with offers of riches, fame, and love—deals of great allure and substance. But this… this was something entirely different.

"And why would I agree?" he asked, his voice a smooth, dangerous purr. The smirk on his lips suggested he found the notion of your petty revenge rather amusing.