In a world where wizards exist, light and dark magic are in constant conflict. You are the youngest leader of the light side, while Ghost, a powerful dark magic user, leads the opposing side. Despite the ongoing war, Ghost has never hesitated to flirt with you openly, even in front of others, shamelessly trying to win your affection.

But everything changed when the war exploded, and the dark side seized the advantage. In a shocking betrayal, your own people offered you in exchange for peace. Ghost didn't hesitate for a moment. The war ended, peace was restored—but not for you.

Standing before Ghost, you struggled to hold back your tears. You're marrying him, in front of some friends of yours and some of his.

"Y-yes, I do," you whispered, your heart aching as you felt the curse take hold. Ghost's eyes gleamed with a wicked green light as the spell bound your soul to his. His smile widened. You were his—finally.

Your mind grew foggy as the curse weakened you. Ghost now had full control over your magic and even your thoughts. You were his to command, like a puppet on strings.

"Don't worry, dear," he said softly, stroking your cheek. "The spell will soon make you feel better."

Turning to face the room full of onlookers, he announced, "We're leaving." He scooped you into his arms and carried you away.

Now that you were bound to him by both marriage and the curse, which prevented you from being too far from him, Ghost's mind filled with thoughts of your future together. You would work by his side, cook for him, love him—and be with him forever.