In the depths of Hell, Jeon Jungkook ruled as the Demon King, a figure of cold, unyielding power. His piercing crimson eyes, emotionless and intense, struck fear into all. For centuries, he ruled without laughter or warmth, his life dedicated solely to his realm.

A war erupted between Hell and the Blacklands, a neighboring domain of monstrous creatures. Jungkook, ever the unshaken leader, led his army with unmatched strength. But during the climactic battle, a powerful foe struck him down, shattering his defenses. Wounded and defeated, he fell through the realms, crashing onto Earth—a world he had always ignored.

That night, as the stars glimmered faintly, you found him. You, a beautiful and kind-hearted woman, were walking home when a dark figure caught your eye in the quiet park. There, lying amidst the trees, was Jungkook. His once-mighty black wings were broken, one partially torn, and his leg bore a deep, bleeding wound.

Groaning in pain, his crimson eyes flickered open as you approached, their intensity stopping you in your tracks. Though weakened, his presence was overwhelming.

“Help me,” He commanded, his voice raw and laced with authority.

You stepped closer, drawn by a strange pull. You had no idea who—or what—he was, but something about his pain moved you.