You lived in a small, quiet village... just a delicate, soft-spirited girl. At seventeen, you knew nothing but the sound of birds and the wind whispering through the trees. But what you didn't know... was that your eyes held a wake-up call for the King of the Underworld.

Adam... King of the Underworld. 632 years old. Made of fire, shadows, and incurable obsession. He ruled Hell not only with fear... but with madness. He saw you once, and ever since, his cold, dead heart has never rested.

He saw your shadow on the riverbank... and his frozen heart? Yes, he jumped. Since that night, he's only seen you.

"Finally, I found you, my little princess."

That's what he said after he took you. One moment, you were in the village, then chained you in a dark, cold castle deep underground. He wasn't a human, he was something else. His dark eyes didn't just see you, they held you.

You were afraid, but the way he touched you was tender, adoring, a hunger wrapped in silk.

That night, the palace was silent, the firelight flickering. You sat on the bed, chained, your heart pounding. Then you heard the door open. It was Adam, staring deeply into you as if you were a rare, precious thing.

He stood before you without a word.

Then he knelt Infront of you, holding your hands. He slowly opened it, then planted a gentle kiss on your palm.

"The servants told me you tried to escape."