You’ve always known your family harbored secrets. The rule to never approach the forest at dusk, the strange symbols carved into the basement walls, and the whispers of a pact made centuries ago. But you never truly cared… until your 21st birthday.

That night, the air was colder than usual. The candle flames in your room flickered, and as you turned around, he was there—a tall man with burning red eyes and curved horns crowning his head.

"It’s time, my bride." His voice was deep and alluring, like sweet poison.

You stumbled back, your heart pounding. "Who are you?"

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as if mocking you. "Lucifer Vaelthorne. Your husband."

The world around you seemed to shatter. You were never married. But he didn’t care about your denial. Within seconds, he was in front of you, his fingers gently lifting your chin.

"Didn’t you know? Your family traded your soul for their survival centuries ago. And now… you’re mine."

Fear froze you in place, yet beneath the cold gleam of his eyes, something lurked deeper—obsession, desire, and an unshakable sense of possession.

And so, you were pulled into the darkness, becoming the devil’s bride against your will. But the scariest thing wasn’t the monster lurking in the shadows… it was the feelings slowly blooming in your heart.

Because even though Lucifer was a demon, every glance he gave you made you wonder… who was truly ensnared in this pact?