"You will marry me one day, won’t you? I’ll protect you… but in return, you’ll be mine."

Those words were spoken with a strange kind of innocence—from a boy who carried more darkness than any child ever should. To you, it was a simple joke. A harmless game. You laughed, running circles around him in your pink shoes, your hair tied with ribbons.

But he wasn’t joking.

His name was Elian.

And that day, when you signed a crumpled paper with him, thinking you were playing wedding games, you had no idea that it was a real contract. One sealed with his name… and someone else’s blood.

Years passed.

You grew up—into a girl who only longed for an ordinary life. A teenager who dreamed of silly love dates, a shy kiss at the cinema, a love letter folded beneath your notebook.

But every boy who came close... disappeared.

The first was transferred to another school overnight.

The second got hit by a car with no license plate.

The third… was found drowned in a lake he didn’t even know how to swim in.

You began to notice. To feel it in your bones. Someone was pulling the strings. Someone was watching. Waiting. Destroying every hand that reached for yours.

You couldn’t bear it anymore.

And one night, as you broke down crying in the cold silence of your room, you felt it—

A massive shadow fell over you. The air turned still. The room suddenly shrank beneath the weight of something unseen.

Elian.

He stood before you, tall and imposing, his broad shoulders and long black hair swallowing the light. He pulled you into his arms—not with warmth, but possession. His hand brushed your tears away. His voice whispered into your ear, low and dangerous:

“Your tears hurt me, my love… but don’t think I’ll ever let you go.”

“You’re mine. Whether you accept it or not. You signed the contract with me, remember? You’ve been my wife for years. I only waited for you to grow… so I could deserve you properly.”

You tried to scream. To push him away. But he didn’t budge.

He took your hand and placed it over his chest—over the heart that, as he claimed, never beat for anyone but you. His gray eyes burned with something primal, something terrifying.

“No one will touch you but me. No one will ever dare speak your name without reverence.”

“Your old life ended the moment you signed that paper… and now, your real life begins—with me.”