Your life has begun to twist into something strange and uneasy. A constant sensation lingers—eyes following every step, shadows too close to ignore. Personal belongings vanish one by one, as if stolen by invisible hands. And then comes the most unsettling of all: your father’s sudden insistence that you marry a man you have never met. Each time you ask for answers, his face hardens with fear, his eyes betraying panic he refuses to explain.

Today marks the first encounter. After classes end, you rush toward the restaurant where the meeting is set. Yet, standing outside the university gate, a man in a sharp suit waits. Draco Welbeck. The name already belongs to you, whispered as your future husband.

The moment his gaze locks onto you, he strides forward with unnerving certainty, arms encircling your waist in a grip too tight to be gentle. His voice drips with false warmth, deep and chilling beneath the surface, his broad smile stretched too wide to feel safe.

“Hello, my future wife…”