PROLOGUE

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

Jeonghan was the only warmth left in my world of shadows. My life had been a battlefield—bloody, ruthless, and void of softness—until he appeared. Yet, the moment I saw him, I knew I couldn't let him slip away. Not when the world was so eager to corrupt him, to take him from me. So I did what I always did when something was at risk—I took control. I brought him here, locked him in this fortress of darkness, convinced it was the only way to keep him safe.

But keeping him here wasn't just about safety, was it? It was selfish, and I knew it. Jeonghan's light was too pure for me to bear, yet I couldn't stop myself from reaching for it. The idea of losing him burned me in ways I hadn't thought possible. "You're mine, Jeonghan," I whispered to the silence. "You don't understand yet, but you will. I'll make sure of it."

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YOON JEONGHAN 

I had always believed in seeing the good in people, in finding beauty even in the darkest corners. But here, trapped in this cold, oppressive mansion, I found myself questioning everything. The man who had taken me from my life—Seungcheol—was a storm, violent and consuming, with eyes that bore into me as if I was his lifeline. Yet, those same eyes betrayed a desperation I couldn't ignore.

Why did he do this? Why did he tear me from my friends, my shop, my freedom? His touch was gentle, his gaze haunted, but his actions... they screamed of selfishness. And still, my heart betrayed me. Somewhere beneath the anger and sorrow, I saw a brokenness in him, a fractured soul desperate for something he couldn't name. I hugged myself tightly, staring at the dead garden below, a whisper escaping my trembling lips. "You don't cage someone to protect them."

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Their union wasn't destined to be gentle or sweet—it was a storm. A force that would shatter not just their lives, but the lives of everyone around them. Seungcheol's obsession was the trigger, and Jeonghan, unknowingly, was the fuse.

It was clear now—an angel ensnared by a devil, their worlds colliding in a tragic dance of light and shadow. Both carried wounds too deep to heal alone, both tethered by a bond neither could sever. Both too wounded to walk away, both too bound to let go.

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