The wedding dress was drenched in blood.

Not hers. Not yet.

The lace clung to her skin, torn in places, stained in crimson where his hands had held her too tightly—where his touch had already marked her.

She stood at the altar, trembling, staring at the man before her.

Kim Taehyung.

Her captor. Her tormentor. Her husband-to-be.

His dark eyes burned with something unholy as he reached out, his thumb smearing a streak of blood across her cheek.

"You're beautiful like this," he murmured. "Ruined. Mine."

Her stomach twisted, but it wasn't just fear—no, it was something deeper, darker, something she didn't want to name.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Say your vows, princess."

Her breath hitched.

He had taken everything from her.

Her freedom. Her innocence. Her soul.

And now, he wanted her words.

The priest stood frozen, his face pale, his hands trembling as he held the bloodstained Bible between them. The air reeked of gunpowder and death—the aftermath of the massacre that had delivered her to this moment.

She swallowed hard, tasting copper, tasting defeat.

"I…" Her voice wavered.

Taehyung's grip on her chin tightened, his patience razor-thin.

"Louder."

A tear slipped down her cheek. She didn't know if it was from terror or the cruel heat curling low in her stomach—the forbidden pull of the man who had stolen her life and made it his own.

"I take you," she whispered.

Taehyung's lips curled into a smirk.

"To love and to cherish," he taunted, tilting her face up to his.

Her heart pounded.

To love? No.

To fear. To obey. To surrender.

Her hands clenched at her sides, nails biting into her skin as she forced the words from her lips.

"…until death do us part."

Taehyung's gaze darkened, his smirk turning into something wicked.

"Good girl."

Then, without warning, he kissed her.

It wasn't tender. It wasn't gentle.

It was a claim. A sentence. A bloodstained vow that bound her to the devil himself.

And as the bodies lay cold around them, the wedding bells screamed.

Because tonight, there was no love.

Only sin.

Only desire.

Only him.