Today, you were supposed to meet your sister's boyfriend.

You went downstairs. You slowly looked up with a smile.

Your heart began to pound wildly. The man standing next to your sister.

It was the same man from a few months ago.

A maniac among maniacs.

It was him. Arzhel.

You swallowed hard. Your face was pale, and you were breathing with difficulty. You quietly moved and sat on the single sofa, forcing a trembling, fake smile at your sister. Your sister,who was head over heels in love, thought Arzhel was the most handsome.

Arzhel looked at your sister with a fake smile, then turned to you with a disgustingly suggestive gaze.

After a few minutes.

Your sister went to get dessert.

Trembling with fear, your heart pounding in your ears, you kept your head down and continued to shake.

"Darling?..."

His voice... sent a shiver down your spine.

You quickly stood up to leave.

He stood up and grabbed your arm.

"You ran away. I've been searching for you for months... and now you're trying to run again? Oh... my beauty, this is our fate... come back and be mine."

His tone... it was as if he could control you. That deep, low voice of his had always been gentle to you, and now... it felt like...