Bound by Sin and Light

Lisa barely made it out of the ballroom before the whispers erupted behind her. The scandal of the century—the angel princess rejecting the demon prince in front of every noble in the kingdom.

Good. Let them talk.

Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floors as she walked down the empty corridor, her gown trailing behind her. She needed air. She needed space. Most of all, she needed to get away from him.

But fate was never kind to her.

"Running away already?"

That voice. That maddening, arrogant voice.

Lisa froze, her hands curling into fists before she slowly turned.

Jungkook stood at the end of the hall, leaning casually against a pillar. His black suit clung to him like sin itself, and his obsidian wings were partially unfurled, casting long shadows across the walls.

He looked amused. Of course, he did.

"Shouldn't you be inside, pretending to be the perfect prince?" Lisa shot back, crossing her arms.

Jungkook smirked. "Shouldn't you be inside, pretending to be the perfect princess?"

Lisa clenched her jaw. "I don't pretend."

Jungkook stepped forward, slow and deliberate. "Oh, I know," he murmured. "That's what makes this so much fun."

Lisa forced herself to hold her ground as he approached, but it was difficult when he towered over her, his presence overwhelming. The air between them was charged, thick with something neither of them wanted to name.

"That stunt back there," Jungkook said, tilting his head, "was bold. Even for you."

Lisa lifted her chin. "Good. Maybe now you'll understand that I don't want this marriage."

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You think your little rebellion changes anything?" His voice dropped, deadly and soft. "You're mine, princess. Whether you like it or not."

Something in Lisa snapped.

She reached for the dagger hidden beneath her gown, lightning-fast, and pressed it against his throat.

Jungkook didn't even flinch. If anything, his smirk widened.

"I am not yours," Lisa hissed, her golden eyes burning. "And if you ever say that again, I will remind you exactly why angels were once feared."

Silence. A breath.

Then, Jungkook moved.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, twisting it just enough to make her drop the dagger. The weapon clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he backed her against the cold stone wall.

Lisa gasped, her wings flaring, but Jungkook caged her in—one hand on her waist, the other braced beside her head. His face was inches from hers, his dark eyes flickering with something dangerous.

"You can fight all you want," he murmured, his voice like silk-wrapped steel. "You can hate me, curse me, try to kill me." His grip tightened slightly. "But you will be mine. And one day, princess, you'll beg for it."

Lisa's breath caught.

Not because of his words, but because of the way her heart reacted to them—wild and erratic, as if it didn't know whether to fear him or crave him.

She hated him.
She hated him.

Then why did her body betray her? Why did his touch burn?

Jungkook must have sensed it, because his smirk turned victorious.

Lisa refused to give him the satisfaction.

Summoning every ounce of strength, she shoved him away and stormed past him, her pulse hammering in her ears.

"This war isn't over, demon," she called over her shoulder.

Behind her, Jungkook chuckled. "Oh, I hope not, princess."

And as Lisa disappeared down the hall, she realized something.

This wasn't just a forced engagement.
This wasn't just hatred.

This was war.

And one of them was going to lose.