Luna, broken by the death of her grandmother—the only family member who ever mattered to her—returns to Japan from abroad. The grief of her loss overwhelms her, and the emptiness and despair push her into deep depression.

  Lost in her thoughts and tears, she reaches a moment of no return, deciding to take her own life. As she grips the knife in her hand, ready to go through with it, a shadow emerges from the darkness.

  Damien—a fallen angel, a demon with a hypnotic aura—steps forward. Silently, he approaches her and gently takes hold of her hand, removing the knife from her grasp. His touch is cold yet oddly soothing.

  Surprised and confused, Luna lifts her gaze and finds herself staring into the eyes of a breathtaking man—eyes that carry the secrets of centuries.

  "Has life been so cruel to you that you no longer wish to live?" His voice echoes in her mind, bringing a moment of uncertainty and change.

  Luna watches Damien, unsure whether death itself has come for her or if the devil has descended to claim her. His presence feels unreal, almost divine, yet in his eyes, she sees something dangerous and unpredictable.

  Damien smirks provocatively, leaning in closer. "Am I so beautiful that you've been left speechless?" His voice is smooth as silk, laced with amusement.

  She doesn’t answer right away, still bewildered. Then, he asks her a question that will change her life forever. "If you could, would you give up everything for power? For a better life than the one you've had so far?"

  His words are like poison—sweet, yet deadly.

  "Are you ready to be my wife in exchange for your soul… or something else, something you hold dear?"

  Luna feels her heart racing. She has nothing left to lose. Enchanted by his presence, his voice, his power, she realizes—perhaps this is fate. Perhaps her entire life has led to this very moment."I will give you everything I can… my body, my soul… as long as I receive power and a better life in return," she says, surrendering to what she has waited for her entire life—the chance to finally become someone.At that moment, their contract takes effect. Damien takes her hand, gently lifting her index finger to his lips. His gaze darkens, becoming intense, just before his teeth sink into her skin. She feels a sharp pain, but also something strange—a warmth spreading through her body.Blood begins to trickle down her finger, and with a satisfied smile, Damien takes an old, weathered piece of paper. Luna, now in a trance-like state, presses her bloody fingerprint onto it. The moment the crimson stain seeps into the parchment, the air grows thick, and a strange energy surges through her body.After completing the ritual, Damien pulls her hand toward him and runs his tongue over the wound. The moment he does, the pain vanishes, and the wound seals as if it had never existed."You are mine now," he whispers into her ear, placing a black ring with a purple diamond in her palm, shimmering like a predator’s eyes in the dark. "From this day forward, we are bound. You are my possession, my wife, and I expect your obedience."

  Luna watches him, feeling her heart torn between fear and excitement. There is no turning back now. "You are not the only one, Luna," he says, gently lifting her chin so she meets his gaze. "I have nine other wives besides you. Each of them is devoted to me in her own way. If you want to achieve something, you will have to earn it. You will work hard, and I will be the only one you can rely on. But remember… no one must know about me."

  Luna absorbs his words, but she isn’t sure what she truly feels. Fear? Excitement? Or perhaps relief that she finally has someone to guide her?

  Damien watches her with interest. "Is there something you wish to do in the human world?"

  Luna pauses for a moment before answering honestly, "I love to dance and sing."

  His smile widens, but there is something in it she cannot decipher. He sees her as just another tormented soul, another person willing to give everything for fame and fortune.

  But he doesn’t understand… she doesn’t crave wealth. She doesn’t even desire fame.

  She wants freedom. She wants to live life to the fullest.

  And that’s why she will seize every opportunity that comes her way.

  Luna felt the warmth of his hands as Damian gently pulled her closer. She was broken, her heart overwhelmed with sorrow, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to cry. Sobs shook her body as she buried her face against his chest.

  Damian slowly ran his fingers through her hair, speaking in a quiet, almost soothing voice:

  "There is nothing left to mourn… Your past is now just a shadow. Everything will change. You’ll see, Luna—many will kneel before you..."

  His words were like poisoned honey—sweet, seductive, yet full of hidden meaning. And yet, in that moment, Luna wanted to believe. She had to believe.

  Fate had brought them together at her lowest moment.

  Damian straightened up, watching her with something she could almost interpret as satisfaction. “I’ll take my leave for now… but be ready for my return.”

  He paused for a moment before adding, “And be careful, Luna. Emotions are the strongest magic. If you don’t control them… they will control you.”

  His words echoed in her mind as she watched him disappear into the darkness of the room.

  At that moment, the door suddenly swung open.

  Her then-boyfriend stepped inside, crossing his arms. “We need to go back abroad,” he said seriously, his tone cold but laced with irritation.

  Luna took a deep breath, gathering the strength to speak what she felt. “I can’t yet. I need time to grieve.”

  But the truth was different.

  She didn’t want to leave.

  She was waiting for Damian.

  As Luna walked through the hallway of the house, her footsteps echoed softly, almost unreal.

  She stepped into her old room—the one she had shared only with her thoughts and loneliness. The walls still carried the scent of childhood, but now they felt smaller, more oppressive, as if they had shrunk over the years, trying to suffocate her.

  Her gaze fell on the old wardrobe, where some of her grandmother’s belongings still remained. Her heart clenched.

  That woman—the only one who had loved her unconditionally—was no longer there.

  A wave of nostalgia hit her like a tide.

  Memories flooded her mind—her grandmother making tea while watching the rain through the window, comforting her after yet another drunken insult from her mother, telling her she was special and that one day she would find her way.

  But now, she was alone.

  A bitter, faint smile crossed her lips.

  She remembered her mother—always drunk, always cold. "You're just like him… You disgust me," she would say, staring through her with empty eyes, as if Luna had never existed.

  She lay down on the bed, feeling the weight of memories pressing against her chest.

  Her mind was in chaos—Damian, the contract, the power he had promised her… It all felt like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

  But for the first time in her life, she felt at peace.

  No matter what she had been through, no matter what lay ahead, she knew she would never again be that weak, abandoned girl.

  For the first time, she felt in control.

  Then, in her dream, Damian appeared.

  Fully aware of everything, she looked at him and asked, "Is it time for me to go with you?"

  He smiled, his blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Not yet. First, you have a task—you must sever all ties to your past."

  His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, as he continued, "Tomorrow, we’ll go to the city square. A famous boy band will be performing. You must use your talents to capture their attention."

  Luna watched him with both anxiety and excitement. She knew there was no turning back from this moment.

  "How do I catch their attention?" she asked, even though she already felt the answer within her.

  Damian merely smiled, ran his fingers along her jawline, and spoke softly:

  "Magical, alluring, unforgettable. Enough to make sure they can’t get you out of their heads."

  His words were like a command, like a spell already imprinting itself onto her soul.

  "Use your voice, your movements, your presence. Be everything they’ve always desired but could never reach. And once they are yours..."

  He leaned in closer, his breath gentle yet laced with something dangerous.

  "Leave them with nothing."

  Luna swallowed hard, feeling her heart race. She watched him, every word he spoke like poisoned honey—sweet, seductive, yet dangerous.

  His hands on her shoulders were warm, but at the same time, they carried the weight of something dark, something irreversible.

  “There is no past anymore,” he whispered, his voice like a song that seeps into the mind and reshapes the very core of whoever listens.

  She felt her body tremble slightly as the magic spread through her veins, as if her very blood was transforming into something else—something stronger, more alluring.

  “When you wake up,” he continued, “you will be a new Luna. Worthy of me.”

  “Good.” Damian stepped back, but his eyes remained locked on her. “When you wake up, you will know exactly what to do.”The last thing she saw was his smile—the same provocative smile that had ensnared her the very first time.

  And then—darkness.

  Luna jolted awake, but this time, there was no uncertainty or confusion. Instead, a fire burned in her chest.

  She stepped toward the mirror, gazing at her own reflection. Her eyes shone with a newfound brilliance, and her body felt lighter, as if it carried a strength and allure she had never possessed before.

  “It’s time,” she whispered, smiling.

  Tomorrow, the world would see her new self. And no one would be able to forget her.

  (As dawn broke, Luna noticed a box in the corner of the room—one that hadn’t been there before.)

  She approached it cautiously, running her fingers over the inscription. Damian’s handwriting was flawless, as if the letters had been woven with ancient magic.

  Lifting the lid, she found a gown of dark velvet, adorned with subtle shimmering threads, as if stars had been trapped within its fabric. Beside it lay a pair of heels with delicate, slender heels—light as a feather, yet steady, as if they had been crafted just for her.

  As she grasped the fabric, a gentle wave of warmth coursed through her body. For a moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  The scent that filled her senses was sweet, intoxicating, yet tinged with darkness—as if it carried a promise of power and seduction.

  She looked at her hands. A barely perceptible shimmer of golden magical dust glowed on her skin.

  “Damian…” she whispered, now certain that his influence was already within her.

  She slipped into the gown, allowing the magic to weave itself into her every movement. Her body felt lighter, more graceful, and her breathing grew slower, more controlled. She could feel her voice deepening, turning more seductive, and every motion she made now carried an air of mystical allure.

  Damian had said she would be unforgettable.

  And now, she could feel it.

  When she looked into the mirror, the reflection staring back wasn’t just Luna anymore. She was something more. Something dangerous.

  She smiled.

  Today, the world would meet the real her.

  As Hariya’s sisters excitedly prepared for their night out, Luna watched them with a faint smirk in her eyes. Not once did they consider that she might not be in the mood for celebration—that her pain was still fresh, that her world was falling apart. Their insensitivity was like an icy dagger, but she was already beginning to detach from that world.

  She pulled a coat over Damian’s gift, hiding the shimmering gown beneath the heavy fabric. In the mirror, she caught her own gaze—it was different. Her eyes gleamed in a way they never had before.

  “Hurry up, Luna! We don’t want to miss the beginning!” one of the sisters called out as they rushed out of the house.

  Luna smiled to herself and followed after them.

  As she walked through the crowd, she could feel Damian’s magic pulsing softly within her. The scent of the night and music filled the square, while the glow of spotlights danced across the faces of the gathered crowd.

  She could already sense what was about to happen—she was ready to leave her mark.

  Today, she was no longer just Luna.

  Today, everyone would remember her name.

  —Luna stood in front of the stage, watching the singers perform.

  At that moment, a sudden gust of wind blew through, sweeping the cap off one of the performers—sending it straight into Luna’s hands.

  Luna looked at the cap in her hands, feeling the weight of countless eyes on her.

  Laughter rippled through the crowd, the singer on stage glanced around in confusion, and the wind still swirled around her—as if fate itself had carefully orchestrated this moment.

  She looked at the man who had lost his cap—tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes. His expression was a mix of surprise and intrigue as he searched for his missing item.

  Without a word, Luna stepped toward the stage. With slow, deliberate movements, as if time itself had paused, she raised her hand and returned the cap to him. Her gestures were graceful, almost hypnotic, and Damian’s magic smoldered within her, giving her a presence that couldn’t be ignored.

  The singer held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. Then, a subtle smile crossed his lips, and he nodded in gratitude.

  "I see the wind decided to surprise me," he said into the microphone, earning laughter from the crowd. "Or perhaps… fate?"

  Luna lowered her gaze, but a mysterious smile played on her lips.

  This was only the beginning.

  —The performance began, and Luna danced in her own corner, no longer caring what anyone thought. She wanted to be noticed.— For a moment, she froze, caught off guard by the invitation. The audience turned toward her, and the singer’s words echoed through the microphone.

  "Can you keep up with our rhythm?" he asked with a smile, challenging her in front of everyone.

  She felt Damian’s magic simmering in her veins, urging her forward. This moment wasn’t a coincidence—it was destined for her to shine.

  Taking a deep breath, she slipped off her coat, revealing the attire Damian had left for her.The audience let out a gasp of surprise—she looked as if she belonged on stage, as if she had always been a part of this world.

  "Of course," she said confidently and stepped onto the stage.

  The rhythm of the song intensified, the lights shone brighter, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, letting the melody flow through her body.

  When she opened them, Luna surrendered to the music.

  Her movements were precise yet effortless, as if she had been dancing her whole life. The audience quickly joined in, clapping to the rhythm, while the singer who had invited her watched with admiration.

  There was no doubt—Luna had just become the star of the night.

  The crowd was mesmerized—no one had expected a stranger from the street to match the professionals. The performers exchanged glances, impressed by her spontaneity and skill.

  Luna felt a freedom she had never experienced before. Every movement was flawless, every step natural. It was as if she was born for the stage.

  At one moment, as the lights shifted in sync with the music, the singer who had invited her stepped closer, taking her hand and lifting her into a breathtaking spin.

  The crowd erupted in excitement, cheering wildly.

  Damian's magic pulsed through her veins, but Luna knew this wasn’t just magic—this was her.

  Her passion, her desire to live, her need to be seen.

  As the song ended, the audience erupted into applause.

  Breathless, Luna stood on the stage, gazing at the sea of people before her.

  That was the moment she realized—this was her new beginning.

  The performance was over, and the singers in the group started commenting in Japanese about how Luna’s talent should be used, unaware that, due to her magic, she now understood all languages.

  She thought to herself that they had no idea—they would be her stepping stone into the world.

  Luna pretended not to understand their words, but deep inside, she smiled.

  Damian had been right—if she wanted to move forward, she had to leave the past behind.

  One of the singers, a tall guy with light-colored hair, approached her with a wide smile.

  "You were amazing! Are you a professional dancer?" he asked in Japanese.

  Luna pretended to understand only partially, smiling shyly.

  "No, I just love to dance…" she replied, carefully minding her intonation."Then it would be a shame for your talent to go to waste!" another singer chimed in, completely unaware that Luna was already well aware of their plans.

  As Hari stood on the sidelines, watching Luna, his black hair and brown eyes gleamed with envy.

  As they talked, Hari and his sisters watched from the sidelines. Hari looked displeased, while his sisters giggled, clearly fascinated by the fact that Luna was now the center of attention.

  She could feel everything unfolding according to Damian's plan. She was no longer the same girl. Her past gleamed before her like a reflection in a mirror—all the suffering she had endured, everything she had lost… It was time to leave it behind.

  There was only one thing left—to break free from all the ties that held her back.

  Hari stood off to the side, watching her with disapproval. His face was a mask of confusion and restrained anger. He couldn’t understand what had changed in Luna—the girl he had known as quiet, reserved, and always fitting into his expectations.

  Luna met his gaze directly. For the first time, she felt no guilt. She felt no need to explain or justify herself.

  For years, Hari had suffocated her with his rules, his expectations that she should be obedient and mold herself into his perfectly planned life. He always told her she had to be a "good wife" because no one else would ever want her.

  But now… now she knew that wasn’t true.

  Inside her mind, she heard Damian’s voice:

  “It’s time to cut the chains of the past.”

  Hari stepped closer, his voice low but sharp:

  “What’s happening to you, Luna? All of a sudden, you’re acting like some kind of star. Are you forgetting your place?”

  Luna raised an eyebrow, a faint smile forming on her lips.

  "And where exactly is my place, Hari?" – her voice was calm, but there was a new strength in it.

  Hari frowned, irritated by her tone.

  "You're acting like you belong in their world, but you don't! This is just a passing game, Luna. We have our life, our responsibilities… Have you forgotten?"

  Luna laughed, but there was no warmth in her smile. It was liberating.

  "Actually, Hari… I think you're the one who's forgetting. My life… is no longer the same."

  Hari opened his mouth to say something, but Luna had already turned toward the singers, who were watching her with interest. Her past was right there, trying to pull her back—but she had already made her choice.She looked at them, assessing the situation. The first singer observed her with curiosity, clearly intrigued by her story and whether her past could be an obstacle to her success. The second one had already shown a sense of possessiveness, as if they had "discovered" her and it would be wrong for anyone else to take control of her career.

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  She smiled confidently, feeling Damian’s words echo in her mind—"No one owns you unless you allow them to."

  Hari stood behind her, rigid, making it clear that he didn’t like the situation.

  "Oh, he’s just my ex." Luna said casually, as if Hari was already nothing more than a distant memory.

  She saw his face tighten with anger, but she didn’t care.

  She turned to the singer who had suggested finding her an agent.

  "I don’t think I need an agent just yet. But…"—she glanced at the other singer, the one who wanted to keep her for themselves—"maybe we can work something out. If you truly want to be the ones who discovered me, let’s see how far we can go together."

  The singers exchanged glances before smiling. They could already tell—Luna was no ordinary girl."So, you want to play by our rules?" the possessive one asked, challenging her.

  "No." Luna stepped closer, her eyes shining with excitement. "I want us to play by my rules."

  Then, turning to the singers, she explained that she didn’t have Japanese papers because she had been living abroad for a long time. Though she was born there, she had been adopted into another country. But by the time it happened, she was already on the verge of adulthood. Soon after, she found herself out of the system, living on the streets. Over the years, she had worked all kinds of jobs just to survive. At the time, she thought she had found a home with Hari—but it hadn’t turned out that way.

  The singers exchanged glances, realizing that Luna was no ordinary girl. Her story was different, harsh, but there was no regret in her voice—only determination.

  "Alright," one of them said, crossing his arms. "If paperwork is the only obstacle, we’ll take care of it. Just say the word—do you want to come with us?"

  Luna fell silent for a moment. She glanced at Hari, who stood furiously on the sidelines, then turned to the singers—the opportunity standing right in front of her.

  "I just want my cat," Luna said seriously.

  The most easygoing of the singers, the one with a mischievous smile, nodded. "A cat? Sure. Anything else?"

  Luna shook her head. "No. That’s all."

  She felt Damian’s magic pulsing through her body. She knew he had brought her here for a reason. This wasn’t just a coincidence—this was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss.

  Hari stepped closer, furious. "Luna, you can't just leave like this! Who do you think you are? Singers come and go, and you think you're somebody now?!"

  Luna looked at him calmly. "I don't think. I know."

  She turned to the singers and extended her hand. "Deal."

  As Luna and the singers headed toward the car, Hari lunged forward, trying to stop her.

  One of the singers, noticing his intent, grabbed his arm firmly. "Forget her," he said coldly. "This is her choice. Respect it, or there will be trouble."

  Hari tried to pull away, but the singer tightened his grip, staring him down. "I told you—let her go. If you can't accept her decision, then you're the one with the problem."

  Luna stood by the car, watching the scene unfold. For the first time, she felt truly free. She was no longer trapped in Hari’s expectations, his rules, or his vision of the perfect woman.

  Hari clenched his jaw, struggling to find the right words. "Luna… do you really think these people will bring you happiness?"

  Luna smiled, but there was no sadness in her eyes anymore—only determination. "I don’t know. But I do know I don’t belong here anymore."

  The singer released Hari and gave him a slight push. "We’re done here."

  Luna turned and got into the car, the singers following her. The doors shut, the engine roared to life, and they drove off into the city.

  As she gazed out the window, she could feel Damian’s presence somewhere in the distance. She knew he had pushed her onto this path—and she had no regrets.

  In the car, Luna felt full of adrenaline. The singers around her were smiling, wondering if, besides dancing, she had any other talents, like singing or playing an instrument. That’s when she remembered—she hadn’t been able to sing before, but now, with her magic, anything was possible.

  Luna laughed and said, “No one has ever told me I have a beautiful voice.” Then, she started humming.

  Euphoria filled the car. The singers laughed, toasted with champagne, and patted Luna on the shoulder.

  “This is insane! Your voice… That’s not something you can learn, it’s a gift!”

  Luna could feel her heart racing. Just a few hours ago, she had been lost in her own pain, and now she was sitting among future colleagues, feeling like part of something bigger.

  ?So, you think I could become a singer?“

  One of the singers, the one who had first invited her on stage, shook his head with a smile.

  ?Not that you could – you already are. The world just needs to hear you.“

  The car weaved through the city streets as the singers devised a plan.

  "First, we'll find you an agent. Then, we'll figure out how to get you into the industry. There's no way we're letting you go to waste, Luna."

  She just smiled, recalling Damian's words.

  "Many will kneel before you."

  Maybe those words were true. Maybe this was the beginning of something huge.

  But Luna knew one thing—she would never be the same person she was before.

  As soon as they stopped in front of the hotel, camera flashes lit up the night. Paparazzi shouted the names of the band members, but when they noticed Luna, their curiosity sparked even more questions:

  "Who’s the new girl?"

  "A new member?"

  "A love story in the making?"

  Luna instinctively lowered her head, but the singers quickly surrounded her, forming a barrier between her and the prying journalists.

  "Not yet! You'll be the first to know when the time comes!" one of the singers joked, winking at the photographers.

  They quickly stepped into the lavish hotel lobby. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow on the marble floor, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume.

  "Welcome to our world," the band leader said, handing her the key to one of the luxurious rooms. "You'll stay here until we figure out the next steps."

  Luna tightened the key in her hand, feeling her heart race. Everything was happening so fast. She glanced at her reflection in the massive mirrors of the lobby.

  She was no longer the girl who wanted to disappear.

  Now, she was someone who was just beginning to live.

  Luna closed the door behind her and set the towel aside, still adjusting to the luxury of the room. The entire floor belonged to the singers, but now she was here too – in a world that once seemed unreachable.

  She ran a hand through her damp hair and walked toward the bed, but then she stopped.

  On the silk sheets, leaning against the pillows, lay Damien. His familiar, mysterious smile played on his lips as he watched her.

  ?It looks like you’re having fun, my love,“ he said calmly, as if it were nothing unusual for her to find him in her room.

  Luna held her breath for a moment, her eyes widening as she saw Damien lying on her bed, relaxed as if it had always belonged to him. His provocative smile sent a shiver down her spine, but not from fear—something deeper, something she couldn’t easily explain.

  "How was it?" he asked, crossing his arms behind his head. "Tell me, did you feel alive?"

  Luna exhaled slowly, gathering her composure like armor. His presence always threw her off balance, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing how shaken she was.

  "It was... interesting," she replied, crossing her arms and leaning against the door. "But I'm sure you already know that."

  Damien chuckled, lazily rolling a ring between his fingers. "Of course, I do. I just like hearing it from your lips."

  Luna narrowed her eyes. "You still haven’t answered me – why are you here?"

  He raised an eyebrow, looking at her as if the question was unnecessary. "Didn't you miss my voice, my shadow, my touch? Maybe I just wanted to remind you of who you are."

  Luna let out a quiet laugh, but a carefully controlled tension hid in her eyes. "And what if I don’t want to remember?"

  Damien suddenly sat up, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room. "Oh, my dear... You can never run from yourself. And you can never run from me."

  Luna took the towel from her shoulder and started drying her hair, trying to hide the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

  "It was... incredible," she admitted, not trying to downplay the euphoria still coursing through her. "I've never been in the spotlight like that. It felt like the world finally saw that I exist."

  Damien chuckled softly, shifted, and patted the spot beside him.

  "Of course, they saw you," he said, his voice brimming with confidence. "I made you irresistible. Now, you're Luna—the one no one will ever be able to ignore."

  Luna sat at the edge of the bed but didn’t move closer to him just yet.

  "So, that means you planned all of this in advance, didn’t you?" she asked, watching him from the corner of her eye.

  Damien stretched lazily and let out a thoughtful sigh.

  "Maybe," he said casually. "But in the end, you were the one who took the first step. I just open the doors."

  Luna knew he was telling the truth. Everything she had done tonight, she had done by her own will. But now, sitting beside him in this luxurious room, she realized—there was no turning back.

  "And now what?" she asked, her gaze locked onto the crimson glow in his eyes.

  Damien smirked mysteriously, moving closer as he gently lifted her chin with his fingers.

  "Now?" he whispered. "Now, we make you even more powerful."

  Luna felt Damien's warmth as they lay entwined in the silence of the luxurious hotel room. His long hair was scattered across her body, the scent of magic and darkness blending with the expensive perfumes in the air. His hands were firm yet gentle, as if he wanted to protect her while also reminding her of the power he held over her.

  "You know," he murmured against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "we still haven't had our first wedding night. Does this fit into your desires... your fantasies?"

  She looked up at him—this beautiful, dangerous being. How could something so breathtaking be so lethal?

  Before she could answer, Damien grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto the bed, his long hair cascading over her skin. She gazed at him, fighting the urge to pull him closer, to surrender completely to his presence.

  Then, without another word, he kissed her.

  They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, until morning.

  "This is enough... for now," he whispered, holding her tightly.

  Luna couldn't sleep, despite the exhaustion slowly creeping over her body. She felt her heart pounding, every emotion within her tangled—desire, fear, excitement, and the overwhelming sense that, for the first time, she truly belonged to something greater.

  She wondered how many moments like this she would have with him, how long this game between them would last before fate inevitably tore them apart again.

  But for now… she was his.

  A New Morning

  Luna slowly opened her eyes, feeling the gentle touch of Damien's hand on her face. His fingers traced lightly over her cheeks, as if trying to memorize every detail of her.

  "I'm leaving for a short while, but I'll be back soon," he said softly, his voice warm yet carrying something she couldn't quite decipher—was it sadness, duty, or simply his way of maintaining mystery?

  She watched him, wanting to ask where he was going, but she didn’t. She knew he would return, and sooner or later, she would learn everything.

  He moved closer and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, leaving behind a trace of warmth and magic that slowly coursed through her body.

  "Don't forget… emotions are power. Be careful with them," he whispered before rising from the bed, retreating into the shadows until he vanished from her sight.

  Luna remained lying there, staring at the spot where he had just been. A sense of emptiness spread through her chest, but beneath it lay a quiet determination.

  She was ready to continue her journey—because she was no longer just an ordinary girl. Now, she was someone with power, someone who would shine.

  Luna quickly composed herself and smiled as her new colleagues cheerfully burst into her room. Their energy was infectious, as if they had already become her new family.

  "Come on, don't be lazy! The breakfast in this hotel is legendary!" one of the singers said, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

  Luna laughed and nodded. "Give me five minutes, I'll be right there."

  As they left the room, she glanced out the window, feeling the excitement coursing through her. Her new life was just beginning, and this time, she had no intention of letting it slip away.

  She quickly got dressed and stepped out, finding her colleagues already waiting impatiently.

  "You got ready so fast, impressive!" one of the singers joked as they started walking down the hallway.

  "We have a private room just for us, so we can relax without paparazzi and fans lurking around," another explained, leading her through the luxurious hotel corridor.

  When they entered the private room, Luna noticed a spacious table full of various dishes, and the atmosphere was relaxed and friendly. Everyone was already joking and teasing each other, as if they were one big family.

  "This is exactly what we need after a performance – good food and good company," one of the singers said, patting the seat beside him for Luna to sit.

  Luna smiled and took the offered seat, feeling the warmth of camaraderie filling the room.

  "Definitely," she said, her gaze sweeping over the lavishly set table. "This looks incredible."

  "Get used to it, princess," another singer joked, biting into a piece of croissant. "This is our way of life."

  Luna laughed and took a sip of her coffee, feeling herself relax in their company. Maybe this was her new beginning—a place where she would truly belong.

  After a delicious breakfast, Luna received some papers, which she carefully looked over before signing. They contained her consent to become the group's newest performer, along with all the necessary documents for her stay in Japan. Everything was settled—quickly, efficiently, almost unreal.

  "Welcome to the family!" one of the singers said with a wide smile, while the others clapped in celebration.

  Luna sighed, feeling a part of her old life finally closing. She was no longer a lost girl tied to the past—now she had a new beginning, a new opportunity.

  When she returned to her room, a surprise awaited her—her cat, Pudding, was already there, curled up on the soft blanket.

  "Pudding!" she exclaimed joyfully, lifting her into her arms. The cat purred contentedly, nuzzling against her neck, as if she knew that everything was finally as it should be.

  Luna sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Pudding and whispering softly, “From now on, we’re in this new life together.”

  Pudding simply closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, while Luna, for the first time, felt truly free.

  She looked up just as her new colleagues burst into the room, smiles on their faces. They were relaxed, cheerful, clearly accustomed to the luxury and fast-paced life of the entertainment industry.

  "There she is, our new star!" one of them teased, settling into the armchair beside the bed.

  "I see you have someone special here," another said, nodding toward Pudding, who now sat proudly in Luna's lap, eyeing them with her big, curious eyes.

  "Her name is Pudding," Luna said with a smile, gently stroking the cat’s back.

  "Perfect name for a little diva," the youngest of them laughed. "So, how does it feel to be part of the team?"

  Luna watched them for a few seconds, thinking about how quickly her life had changed—from pain and uncertainty to bright lights and a chance for a new beginning.

  The band members, all male, stood together, shining like they had just stepped out of a K-pop catalog. The five of them radiated confidence and charisma, each with his own distinct charm, yet perfectly complementing one another.

  "Good... for now," she answered honestly, making them laugh.

  "Perfect! Then it's time to celebrate properly!" one of the singers said, pulling a bottle of expensive champagne from a bag.

  Laughter filled the room as everyone settled in comfortably, ready to get to know their new colleague.

  Suddenly, one of them had a realization. "Wait a second—Luna, you don’t have a wardrobe, do you? Let’s go shopping! Nothing beats a shopping spree!"

  Laughter erupted as they all found the idea amusing.

  Luna laughed along with them, realizing they were right. The only clothes she had were the ones Damien had provided for her performance, but now she needed an entire wardrobe for this new life.

  "Good point! I don’t have anything besides this outfit," she said with a chuckle, raising her hands in surrender. "Then it’s settled! We’re all going shopping!" one of them declared, and the others eagerly nodded in agreement.

  "That means we get to help you build your new style!" another added, already picturing what might suit her best.

  Luna realized that she actually enjoyed this. For the first time in a long while, she felt accepted—like she was part of something bigger.

  "Alright, but only under one condition..." she said, eyeing them mischievously.

  "What condition?" they all asked in unison.

  "That you don’t pick anything too crazy for me."

  They immediately burst into laughter.

  "We’re not making any promises!" they said, dragging her outside, ready for a fun day of shopping.

  As Luna tried on different outfits, her new colleagues watched her with admiration. The way she carried herself, the confidence in her posture—everything about her made it seem like she was born for the stage.

  "Wow, Luna, you look like a model! The store staff is speechless!" one of them said, glancing around at the employees, who were mesmerized by her every move.

  "We could send you straight to the runway!" another added, while Luna shook her head with a smile.

  "Oh, come on… I'm just wearing what you guys pick out for me."

  "Yeah, right… And we’re the fashion queens who gave you that charisma?" one of them joked, making everyone burst into laughter.

  Luna felt different—more confident, stronger. She knew part of it was thanks to magic, but it was also due to the change happening within her. She felt free, like she could finally be whoever she wanted to be.

  "Alright, guys, I think I have enough clothes…" Luna said, holding several bags filled with new outfits.

  "Just one more store! We need to find you something for tonight’s outing!"

  Luna raised an eyebrow.

  "Outing?"

  "Of course! You’re part of the crew now—you have to celebrate properly!"

  She realized she had no choice. Smiling, she simply sighed and followed them.

  As they walked through the luxurious shopping mall, Luna noticed the attention she was drawing—not just because of her looks, but also because she was the only girl in a group of well-known musicians. Her male colleagues noticed it too, but they didn’t seem to pay much attention.

  "Get used to it, Luna. From now on, you’re in the spotlight!" one of the band members said, flashing her a grin.

  "Yeah, everyone’s going to want to know who the mysterious new member is," another added, lifting one of the shopping bags they had gotten for her.

  Luna just smiled, choosing not to comment. She was slowly getting used to all of this.

  "Alright, what now? We have enough outfits to last an entire album!" she said, trying to escape any further shopping.

  One of the guys threw an arm over her shoulders.

  "Now, we go to dinner, and then—the celebration!"

  Luna rolled her eyes but secretly smiled. For the first time in her life, she felt like she truly belonged somewhere.

  That night, Luna felt freer than ever before. Her new friends sang at the top of their lungs, danced without any rules, and she surrendered to the moment as if she had never known sadness.

  One of the band members, who had already had a bit too much to drink, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and laughed.

  "Luna, you were born for this! I can’t believe you were living an ordinary life until recently. Look at you now!"

  She just smiled, raising her glass in the air. "To new beginnings!"

  The whole crew cheered in agreement before continuing the celebration.

  As the city lights shimmered through the windows of the exclusive club, Luna knew she had made the right choice. This was her new life—a world where she would reign on her own terms.

  When she returned to her hotel room, she had hoped for some rest—but then Damian grabbed her wrist and waist, pulling her into his world.

  "No rest for you, my dear," he murmured.

  Luna barely had time to react before darkness swallowed her whole. The world around her shifted—she was no longer in the luxurious hotel room but in his realm of shadows and fire. The air was thick with magic, and Damian held her tightly, his blue eyes glowing in the dim light.

  "There is no rest, my dear," he whispered against her neck, his voice both seductive and commanding.

  Luna took a deep breath, feeling a surge of power course through her body. "What do you want from me now?"

  "It’s time for your next lesson. Tell me, Luna… are you ready to embrace your destiny?"

  Her heart pounded. She knew there was no turning back.

  Her intense training consisted of learning magic and practicing Japanese-style swordsmanship.

  Luna bit her lip as she stood across from Damian, her hands trembling from exhaustion.

  "Once more," he said calmly, pointing with his sword for her to take a fighting stance.

  Sweat trickled down her temples, her muscles burned with exhaustion, but she refused to show weakness.

  Inhale. Exhale.

  She tightened her grip on the sword and launched her attack.

  Damian effortlessly dodged her strike, as if facing not a dangerous warrior but a child just learning to walk.

  "Too little strength. Too little precision," he said coldly. "If you want to survive in this world, you must be faster. Smarter. More ruthless."

  Luna felt the anger rising within her, but she knew it wasn’t enough. Damian didn’t want her raw emotion—he wanted control. Discipline.

  Besides sword fighting, he trained her in magic.

  "Your body is a weapon, but your mind is what sets you apart from the others," he would say, forcing her to recite complex spells under pressure. If she made a mistake, he would make her start over. There was no relief, no mercy.

  Days passed in pain and sweat, but Luna felt the change. Every muscle in her body grew stronger. Every word of magic became easier to pronounce. She began to feel power pulsing through her veins, connected to Damian, to the world of darkness she had stepped into.

  One day, when she finally managed to surprise him and nearly knock him to the ground, Damian simply smiled.

  "Now we're starting to make progress," he said, watching the fire in her eyes with satisfaction.

  During training, Luna fell to the ground, her sword slipping from her grasp. There was no time to retrieve it—Damian continued his relentless attack. Instinctively, she raised a magical shield, but it was weak due to her exhaustion.

  "Do you want to give up?" he asked, his tone cold yet challenging.

  Her eyes burned with determination as she pushed herself to her limits. "I will never give up again!" she shouted, gathering her strength and managing to push him away.

  Damian hit the ground, and Luna, breathless and drained, couldn't keep her balance. The next moment, she collapsed right onto his chest.

  Damian sighed quietly as Luna lay on his chest, exhausted but determined. Her body trembled from exertion, and her heart pounded wildly. She could feel his warmth beneath her, the steady rhythm of his breathing—calm, as if her efforts hadn’t shaken him at all.

  She lifted her head and met his eyes, where she caught a glimpse of pride, but also something deeper—something she couldn’t quite define.

  "Alright," he whispered, his fingers gently running through her hair. "This is just the beginning, Luna."

  She didn't look away. "I don't care how hard it is. I won't stop."

  Damian smiled, that half-smile of his that always hid something more. "Then get up and prove it to me."

  Luna struggled to push herself up, leaning on her hands as Damian remained lying beneath her, watching her with a dark curiosity. His long hair was spread out on the ground, and at that moment, despite the pain in her muscles, Luna felt something strange—a pull that wasn’t just magical.

  But there was no time for that. Damian swiftly got up, pulling her with him. "Again," he said, handing her the sword. "And this time, don’t fall."

  Luna smiled through the pain. "We’ll see."

  Luna and Damian retreat to his chambers, which radiate his aura. Fire crackles in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the room. A large bed sits at the center, draped in crimson curtains, adding to the room's dark and intense atmosphere.

  Luna watched him from beneath her lashes, propped up on her elbow as she lay on the richly decorated bed in his chambers. Her long blue hair spread out across the pillow, strands shimmering in the soft glow of the candles.

  "You’re my husband, aren’t you?" she said provocatively, lightly tracing her finger along the edge of his cloak.

  Damian smiled, but there was a challenge gleaming in his eyes.

  "I am. But, my dear, do you think you'll win me over so easily?"

  Luna remained determined, yet every attempt to seduce him ended with him turning the situation to his advantage—whether with words or a glance that made her heart race faster.

  At one point, when she leaned closer, Damian grabbed her wrist and pulled her suddenly toward him, causing her breath to catch.

  "You'll have to try harder, darling. After all, I am the demon of temptation," he said with a smile full of confidence, then gently released her hand as if granting her freedom—but only to see what she would try next.

  Luna pressed her lips into a determined smile. If he thought he would remain untouchable so easily, he was mistaken. She knew it would take more than a seductive glance or a touch to win someone like him. And she was never one to give up. Luna leaned on the windowsill, watching the dark landscape of the demon's world. She felt as though she had been here for days—the training was exhausting, and the nights were filled with Damian's presence.

  "Damian..." she addressed him without turning around. "How long have I been here? Will anyone notice that I'm missing from the human world?"

  Damian, who had been sitting in an armchair, casually observing her figure bathed in the reddish glow of the demon's sky, simply smiled.

  "Are you worried?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

  Luna furrowed her brow. "Of course I am. I disappeared in the middle of my new career, and without any explanation. What if they think I ran away or worse?"

  Damian slowly stood up and approached her, resting his hands on the window frame, trapping her between himself and the cold stone.

  "Time doesn't flow the same here as it does there," he said in a calm voice. "While days have passed here, only minutes have passed there. When you return, no one will even notice you've been gone."

  Luna jolted and looked at him in surprise. "So... I could spend months here, and only an hour or two will pass in the human world?"

  Damian nodded, his smile full of secrets. "Exactly. So relax, enjoy the training, and... my company."

  Luna still watched him with skepticism, but at the same time, she felt a sense of relief. She could become stronger here without anyone knowing what was really going on. But that also meant one thing – Damian had time to shape her however he wanted.

  Luna sat on the edge of the large bed in Damian’s chambers, carefully observing the black-purple ring on her finger. Its metallic shine faintly pulsed in the candlelight. She could feel its warmth, as if it were part of her.

  She lifted her gaze to Damian, who stood by the window, staring into the darkness of his world.

  “Damian…” she began, drawing his attention. “Do demons often marry humans? Is it some sort of taboo in your world?”

  Damian smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. He approached her slowly, as if amused by her question.

  “A taboo?” he repeated with a mocking tone. “No. Demons don’t have such meaningless restrictions like humans do. But it’s true that we rarely form bonds with mortals.”

  Luna furrowed her brow. “Why?”

  Damian sat beside her, his long hair sliding down his shoulder. He looked directly into her eyes.

  “Because most humans can’t survive in this world. The air, the magic that surrounds us... it’s all toxic to mortals. Many go insane, their bodies weaken, their souls fade. The demon world wasn’t made for humans.”

  Luna instinctively grasped the ring on her finger. “But I’m here... And I haven’t felt any of that.”

  Damian’s smile deepened. He lifted her hand and gently touched the ring.

  “Because this ring protects you. It’s made from my magic. As long as you wear it, you won’t feel the effects of the negative miasma of this world.”

  Luna sighed, the realization of how close Damian was to her and how deeply she was actually tied to him growing stronger.

  “So... what if I took it off?”

  Damian’s expression shifted—not fear, but seriousness.

  “I wouldn’t advise you to try. Without it, your stay here would be very short and painful.”

  Luna tightened her grip on the ring, understanding its importance. Damian watched her with a faint smile.

  “So, my dear, be certain—you belong to me. With this ring, you belong to my world.”

  Damian stood next to a massive black stone table, where an old, dusty book with thick, decorated covers lay. His fingers glided over its cracked surface as he watched Luna with a faint smile.

  “This is a book of ancient spells, one of the oldest in my world,” he said, lifting it and offering it to her. “But I doubt it will be of any use to you. Only those with pure demonic blood can read it.”

  Luna raised an eyebrow, feeling a strange surge of excitement. She took the book from his hands and felt a powerful energy pulse through her fingers—not unpleasant, but undeniably strong.

  Damian had expected the letters in front of her to blur, as they did for all humans before her. However, to his surprise, Luna slowly opened the book, and the pages turned on their own, as though they recognized her.

  Her eyes followed the lines written in an ancient language, but instead of seeing meaningless symbols, she understood every word. The words seemed to arrange themselves in her mind, as if she had known them all along.

  Damian stood right behind her, watching the book over her shoulder. "Impossible..." he muttered, crossing his arms.

  Luna turned towards him, lifting her gaze. "Why?"

  He stared at her for a few moments, then leaned against the edge of the table, smiling lightly. "This is not something a human can do. Not even all demons have the ability to interpret this language."

  Luna looked back down at the book. "Maybe... maybe it's not about being human or demon. Maybe it's something else?"

  Damian furrowed his brow. "Or you're something in between..."

  There was a silence as both of them contemplated what had just happened. The book in Luna's hand felt as though it belonged to her – as though it had been waiting for her to find it.

  "It seems we'll have to figure out what you really are, my dear," Damian's voice was soft but serious, his blue eyes gleaming with curiosity and admiration.

  Damian watched Luna as she turned the pages of the ancient book, his red eyes full of surprise and something that resembled awe. Until now, none of his wives had even been able to open this book, let alone understand its contents. Not even those with strong magic had been able to break its secret.

  Luna felt an invisible energy pass through her fingers as she skimmed the ancient symbols. She felt like she understood them, but she couldn't explain how.

  "I can't believe it..." Damian ran his hand through his long hair, leaning against the edge of the table. "This is unbelievable. You're progressing faster than I expected."

  Luna laughed, closing the book and looking him directly in the eyes. "Didn't you want me to have power? To learn? To become stronger?"

  He smiled enigmatically. "I did, but not this fast. I'm starting to wonder if I underestimated your abilities... or maybe you're not what you think you are."

  Luna briefly lowered her gaze, then turned back to the book. "What if my contract with you opened the door to something that was already inside me?"

  Damian stepped closer, placing his hand on her shoulder. "If that's the case... then you'll be more powerful than any wife I've had."

  His words carried the weight of something uncertain – something that even he found somewhat unsettling.

  Damian crossed his arms and watched Luna, who was staring thoughtfully at the book in front of her. Her blue eyes were shadows of the thoughts that haunted her.

  "You're worried," he observed, his voice unusually gentle.

  Luna lifted her gaze to him. "I don't know... What you said. That maybe I'm not what I think I am... What if there's something inside me that neither you nor I understand?"

  Damian moved closer and sat on the edge of the table, looking at her with a slight smile. "Even I, as powerful as I am, am not omnipotent. I don't have all the answers, but one thing I do know — the world is changing. And not just the human world."