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As I made my way back to the changing room, a sense of unease settled over me like a heavy shroud.

Taehyung's seductive allure lingered in the air, his presence casting a shadow of doubt and apprehension over my every thought.

I walked into the girl's locker room, seeking solace in the familiarity of its confines. Nestled in the farthest corner, I curled up, my body tense with discomfort at the prospect of changing in front of my classmates.

My hips, still immature and awkward, served as a constant source of insecurity, their shape a stark reminder of my perceived inadequacies.

"Hey, Lisa, that's a cute bra!" The sudden intrusion of voices shattered the fragile tranquility of my thoughts, and I turned to find two of my classmates standing before me.

Their beauty was undeniable, a stark contrast to my own perceived shortcomings. One sported long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded around her shoulders, while the other boasted a chic black bob and eyes the color of olives.

I felt small and insignificant in their presence, a mere shadow cast against the radiant glow of their confidence. "Where did you buy it?" the blonde inquired, her hazel eyes alight with curiosity.

"On the internet," I replied hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. The uncertainty in my tone mirrored the turmoil churning within me—a silent battle against the relentless tide of self-doubt and insecurity.

The brunette's words pierced through me like a dagger, her callous comment igniting a fierce blaze of indignation within my chest.

"Blessed are you that you have such small breasts, so you don't have to worry about the languid looks of those big boys," she spat with disdain, her tone dripping with venom.

Her companion joined in with a malicious chuckle, her words like salt rubbed into an open wound. "Yeah! You don't have to worry about anything; you are flat." She taunted, her laughter echoing off the walls of the locker room.

I clenched my fists, a surge of anger rising within me as I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of their cruel mockery.

"Don't pay attention to it; they're just jealous because they saw you talking to Jimin," I reminded myself, though the reassurance offered little solace in the moment.

But the onslaught of insults didn't end there. Maya's words cut through the air like a blade, her declaration sending a shiver down my spine. "Lisa, your brother is so hot. I wish I could be his girlfriend," she remarked casually, her words laced with a hint of longing that left me feeling uneasy.

And then, like a cruel twist of fate, the conversation turned to Taehyung. "Taehyung Lim, oh yes, he is so handsome. Lisa, how can you control yourself around your brother? I mean, he is way irresistible," one of the girls remarked with a suggestive smirk, her words fueling the flames of my inner turmoil.

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting with a mix of frustration and discomfort. The weight of their words bore down on me like a heavy burden, threatening to crush me beneath their relentless onslaught.

But deep within the recesses of my soul, a defiant spark flickered to life, a silent vow to rise above their petty taunts and emerge stronger than ever before.

As their words continued to assault me from all sides, I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of their cruel remarks.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a knot formed in my stomach, twisting tighter with each passing moment.

I bit my lip, fighting to maintain my composure despite the storm raging within me. "Ignore them, Lisa. They're just trying to get a rise out of you," I whispered to myself, my voice barely above a whisper amidst the cacophony of their laughter.

But their comments about Taehyung struck a nerve unlike any other. The mere mention of my brother in such a context left me feeling nauseous, a sickening mixture of revulsion and indignation churning within me.

"T-That's enough," I finally managed to stammer, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and vulnerability. "Stop talking about my brother like that. It's disgusting."

The girls exchanged smirks, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Oh, relax, Lisa. We're just having a little fun," the blonde remarked dismissively, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

But I refused to back down, my resolve hardening with each passing second. "It's not funny," I insisted, my voice gaining strength with each word.

"Taehyung is my brother, and I won't tolerate you speaking about him in such a disrespectful manner."

With a final glare at the girls, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the locker room, my heart heavy with the weight of their words but my spirit unbroken.

As I made my way back onto the field, I vowed to rise above their petty cruelty and stand tall in the face of adversity, for both myself and my beloved brother.

I slipped out of the locker room, dodging physical education class, unwilling to endure the company of those imbeciles I call classmates.

Nestling against the sturdy trunk of a towering spruce in the garden, I hugged my knees, finding solace in its shadowy embrace. Lost in my thoughts, a persuasive voice startled me—it was the devil.

"You skipping physical too?" he inquired casually.

"Devil," I retorted.

"Call me Taehyung at college," he corrected with a grin.

"Oh, right. And what's your excuse I mean the whole story you created to become my brother I forget to ask that?" I asked, my tone laced with curiosity.

"Officially, I was sick for two years as I was out of town due to treatment and now I am back. And what about you, my unhappy virgin? You seem pretty low. Is it because of how I treated your precious Jimin?" He teased, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"No, it's not that," I sighed. "It's just... if only I had more confidence in myself, none of this would've happened."

"Exactly. You have a very distorted view of yourself, Lisa," he reassured me. "I can see the way some guys look at you. You have an effect."

I saw out of the corner of my eyes he was looking at me, so I couldn't help but turn around.

"You're one of the few girls left who treasures her virginity like a precious gem, not squandering it with the first demented person who comes along, or merely for the sake of experiencing it," Taehyung remarked, his words weaving a delicate dance around me.

"A naive body, yet to be trained... you would be the joy of any demon, I assure you. You are beautiful the way you are, but still, you are not happy. I would rather eat you alive."

His words made me blush furiously; I'd never been spoken to in such a manner before. But amidst the embarrassment, I felt a strange closeness burgeoning between us.

After a few moments of silence, I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer.

"Taehyung?" I ventured.

"What," he responded, his voice soft yet commanding.

"How are you going to help me? I'd at least like to understand what you have in mind," I inquired, my voice betraying a mix of apprehension and hope.

Taehyung, the devil I both feared and secretly felt drawn to, turned his gaze toward the soccer field where our teammates were playing an intense match.

His dark eyes lingered on me for a moment, filled with that unsettling mix of power and mystery. His low and smooth voice cut through the air.

"It's all about the situation now. Let me just see how it unfolds," he said, his gaze never leaving the field. "Wait for me here."

I nodded, unable to form words as I watched him step away. A chill ran down my spine, but excitement buzzed beneath the surface. Then, one of the sports teachers approached, eyes landing on Taehyung with a pleased smile.

"Lim, it's good to see you back. As always, you're familiar with the rules and remain the most skilled player on the team. Compete with the opposing side and show them what you're made of."

Taehyung nodded, his usual calm confidence on full display. "Of course, sir. I'll do my best."

The teacher then turned to me, his tone shifting slightly. "Lisa Lim, you should take some inspiration from your brother. Even after recovering from illness, he still looks sharp out there. And fix your posture; it's important."

I stiffened at the comparison, a wave of frustration mixing with the confusion that always brewed inside me whenever I looked at Taehyung.

He was always so perfect in everyone's eyes, but there was so much more beneath the surface that no one saw—except me.

The thought lingered as I adjusted my posture, my eyes tracing his every movement on the field.

The teacher's voice cut through the lingering tension. "Jimin is on the Phoenix team, and you're playing for the Dream Dragons. You should change into your proper uniform; it's in the locker room. Why haven't you worn it yet?"

Taehyung, ever calm, shrugged slightly. "I thought I'd skip it today, but if you prefer, I can play in my uniform."

The teacher nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Sure, just be ready for the main match."

As the teacher began to turn away, Taehyung's voice stopped him. "Sir, can you wait a moment? I need to talk to my sister."

The teacher gave a nod of approval and walked off, leaving Taehyung and me alone once again. His eyes, darker now, locked onto mine with a mixture of disdain and something else I couldn't quite place.

"Humans are so boring," he muttered under his breath. "Mere beings with such limited understanding." His voice took on a more menacing tone as he stepped closer.

"Now, stay right here. I'm going to do something for you, something that might help you in this pathetic human world."

A chill ran down my spine as he leaned in slightly, his presence overwhelming. "But if you even think of moving," he whispered, his words laced with threat, "I'll show you a glimpse of hell from right here."

I swallowed hard, frozen in place, his warning heavy in the air between us. My heart pounded, torn between fear and an odd anticipation that I couldn't shake.

The match kicked off with the Dream Dragons, led by Taehyung, squaring off against Jimin's Phoenix team.

The air was thick with excitement—the sound of cleats tearing across the grass and the cheers of the crowd filling the stadium. I stood off to the side, watching intently, my heart pounding as the two men took to the field.

Taehyung was a force to be reckoned with, moving with effortless grace and precision. His movements were sharp and calculated, his every step commanding attention.

The way he handled the ball—swift, smooth, and nearly impossible to predict—made him look unstoppable. His devilish confidence only added to his allure, and I found it hard to look away.

Even in his uniform, he carried that same magnetic power that made him both feared and admired. He was handsome, almost too handsome for the chaos he brought to the field.

The way his muscles tensed under the fabric, the intense focus in his eyes—it was mesmerizing.

But then there was Jimin. He, too, was captivating, a picture of perfection in his own right. With his flawless features and calm, determined expression, he moved with a different kind of elegance, more grounded, more human.

The crowd seemed to hold their breath whenever the ball found its way to him. Where Taehyung played with an almost predatory grace, Jimin's play was all about finesse and teamwork.

His presence on the field radiated a calm strength as if he knew exactly how to control the game without needing to dominate it.

The ball flew back and forth between the teams, the tension mounting with each passing moment. Taehyung sprinted across the field, cutting through the defense with alarming ease.

He stole the ball from one of Jimin's teammates and headed straight for the goal. The crowd erupted, cheering for the Dream Dragons as Taehyung made his way forward, his face a mask of determination.

But Jimin wasn't far behind. He moved quickly, intercepting Taehyung just before he could take his shot.

Their eyes locked for a brief second—Taehyung's gaze was dark and challenging, while Jimin's remained steady, unfazed. It was a clash of titans, both equally skilled yet so different in their approach.

Taehyung smirked, almost as if the competition thrilled him, but Jimin didn't falter. The ball passed between them in a blur of speed and skill, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.

I stood frozen, my eyes darting between them, my heart racing with every play. Taehyung's intensity, his devilish power, was undeniable, but Jimin's calm precision made him just as formidable.

It was as if the entire field belonged to them, two perfect yet opposing forces locked in an unspoken battle.

The match was reaching its peak, with both teams pushing their limits, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was no longer about just winning or losing on the field.

The tension between Taehyung and Jimin had grown into something much deeper—a clash of wills, of power, of two very different forces.

But then, out of nowhere, I saw Taehyung fall to his knees. My heart lurched, unsure if something was truly wrong.

The staff rushed to his side, concerned, but Taehyung waved them off, his voice carrying across the field. "I'm fine, just need some rest."

I watched, confused, as he made his way toward me with that familiar smirk curling at the corner of his lips. He approached slowly, pretending to stumble as if he were weaker than he was.

His eyes gleamed with mischief, and as soon as he got close, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You think I'd waste my time out there?"

I felt my breath catch. His voice, that low and taunting whisper, sent a shiver down my spine. My body moved on instinct, reaching out to steady him as he leaned on me, his weight a deliberate reminder of the control he held over the situation.

I helped him to the bench, the confusion swirling in my mind as I tried to make sense of what he was doing.

He sat down, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he grinned. "Little virgin," he murmured, his voice teasing and soft. "Good drama, huh?"

I sighed, a mixture of frustration and disbelief bubbling up inside me. "Why did you do that? I know it's all an act. Why did you fake it?" I asked, searching his face for answers.

Taehyung's smile widened, his eyes glinting with something almost dangerous. "Because," he said slowly, leaning back in the seat, "I've got a plan in mind. Just watch and see what I do next."

His words hung in the air between us, and though I didn't fully understand what he was planning, the way he spoke—so confident, so certain—made it clear that this was far from over.

Something deeper was unfolding, something only Taehyung seemed to have control over, and I was caught in the middle of whatever he had in store.

Among them was Jimin, effortlessly maneuvering past opponents as he positioned himself to take a shot at the opponent's goal.

Taehyung contemplated for a moment before continuing, "Let's see, for example..." His sentence trailed off as Jimin unleashed a powerful kick, striking the ball with precision using the instep of his foot.

"In this way—" Taehyung began, but his words were cut short as he watched the ball unexpectedly veer off course, hurtling directly toward me.

The ball struck me with tremendous force, connecting squarely with my face. The impact was so intense that it sent me sprawling to the ground, my consciousness slipping away in an instant.

As I faded into unconsciousness, a bitter realization dawned upon me: "Here, I knew I shouldn't trust him.

||𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤\𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩||

As I watched Jimin hurried to Lisa as wickedness gnawed at me. "Lisa, are you okay?!" I heard Jimin's voice break through the haze of my thoughts. I shot a furious glare at Jimin, my anger boiling over.

"Where the fuck are you shooting, fool!" I snarled at him.

Jimin's gaze met mine for a moment, but he ignored my words, delicately cradling Lisa in his arms. "I'll take her to the infirmary; hold on, I am sorry, Taehyung," he reassured her as he hurried away, and I also followed him behind.

With the flick of my power, I see the scene while walking towards the infirmary. In the infirmary, the nurse examined Lisa and gave her a clean bill of health.

"A slight head injury, nothing serious," she assured us both with a comforting smile. "You can safely go back to class.

"Okay, I'll be back later," Jimin said as he opened the sliding door, narrowly avoiding a collision with me.

"Look where you're going," I snapped angrily as Jimin left.

The nurse, mistaking me for Lisa's brother, reassured me. "Don't worry about your sister; she's fine. Go back to class as well."

I was momentarily taken aback by the nurse's mistake. Then, feigning illness, I coughed violently, drawing her attention.

"Are you feeling unwell, Lim?" the nurse asked, concern evident in her voice as she approached me.

With calculated charm, I leaned closer to her, encircling her waist. "Alright, my head is spinning a little," I admitted, my tone dripping with seduction. "Could I rest for a moment on the bed?"

"Certainly... I'll give you medicine," the nurse stammered, her eyes wide with flustered anxiety. She quickly moved away, her hands trembling as she prepared a place for me.

I fixed my gaze on her, voice low but commanding. "I need rest, nurse."

As I leaned closer, I whispered a spell, the words slipping from my lips like silk, weaving into her mind. Her eyes glazed over, her movements slowed, and within moments, she was completely under my control.

Without another word, she quietly turned and left the room, leaving me alone in the stillness.

The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of machinery. My eyes moved across the space, and there she was—Lisa. Lying there, unconscious, an ice pack resting on her head.

Her face was pale and delicate, even in her weakened state. I felt an inexplicable pull toward her, as though every fiber of me was drawn to her side.

I approached her slowly, each step deliberate. Gently, I reached out and brushed my fingers against her forehead, feeling the cold from the ice and the heat from her fever.

With a single touch, I willed her pain away. I watched as her fever broke instantly, her temperature returning to normal as if my mere presence had healed her.

Her furrowed brow relaxed, her features softening in relief, and for a moment, the tension that had gripped her so tightly seemed to vanish.

I lingered there, my hand still hovering near her, the urge to protect her overwhelming.

"Jimin..." Lisa murmured in her sleep, her voice filled with longing.

Even in her dreams, her thoughts were consumed by him. I hesitated for a moment, then took her hand in mine, offering what little comfort I could. "Yes, I'm here," I whispered.

"Jimin, are you here next to me?" Lisa's voice echoed in the quiet room. "This voice, so sweet... these hands, so warm. Even if it's only a dream, stay close to me."

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but I pushed it aside, focusing on being there for Lisa in her time of need.

I leaned over Lisa, my eyes tracing the delicate contours of her face. The guilt of changing the ball's direction gnawed at me, knowing it was part of a scheme to push Jimin and Lisa closer.

But here I was, unable to resist her vulnerability.

I kissed her injuries gently, feeling the surge of my magic flow through my lips, removing all her pain. The bruises faded, her skin healing under my touch.

I then kissed her lips, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist or respond in her unconscious state. It was a selfish act, but I couldn't stop myself.

As I pulled away, a question burned in my mind: why was I being so gentle with her? Lisa was just a mere human, fragile compared to the power I possessed.

With my strength, I could bend her will, control her thoughts, and manipulate her every action. Yet here I was, restraining the darkness inside me, not exploiting my control.

Instead, I found myself lingering by her side, drawn to her in ways that defied my very nature.

Her innocence, and her unyielding resilience despite the chaos around her, captivated me. There was a purity to her that called out to something deep within me, something I hadn't known existed.

It made me want to protect her, to shield her from the cruelty of the world—even if I was a part of that very cruelty.

I held her hand, feeling its warmth seep into me, stirring something unfamiliar. A tenderness, a vulnerability I never allowed myself to feel.

For the first time, I questioned my motives.

Why her? Why did Lisa, of all people, make me feel this... human?

Her presence was unsettling, yet it soothed a part of me I hadn't realized was broken. She made me want to be better—better than the devil I had always been. And all for her.

I glanced down at her unconscious form, her peaceful face unaware of the turmoil inside me. My gaze lingered on her lips, soft and inviting, drawing me in with an almost magnetic pull.

Before I could stop myself, I leaned in, my breath mingling with hers as I gently pressed my lips against hers.

In that moment, I allowed myself to pour some of my healing power into her, something I had never offered to anyone before.

It was subtle, the energy flowing from me into her as a surge of warmth passed between us. Her body relaxed as the healing took hold, her breathing steadying, her face softening as if the pain had finally faded.

As I pulled back, my heart pounded in my chest—something I hadn't felt in centuries. I had crossed a line I never imagined I would.

I, a devil, had chosen to heal her and to care for her. And I couldn't shake the feeling that something within me had shifted—something that would never be the same again.

About an hour passed. The sliding door opened again, and in walked Jimin, the one she'd been dreaming of.

"Excuse me, Lisa, I couldn't come earlier," he halted abruptly when he saw me.

"Lim," he addressed me cautiously.

"Call me Taehyung," I replied with cold kindness.

"I brought her satchel," Jimin said, holding up a dark leather bag.

"Thank you," I said, standing up and heading towards the exit. "Please stay close..to my sister for now." I threw him a look, half-naughty, half-mischievous, and left the room with a dark chuckle.

I closed my eyes, trying to visualize what had happened to them. The scene played out vividly in my mind with my dark power.

Jimin walked over to the bed, his expression shifting from worried and mortified to shock as he blushed deeply.

Lisa lay there, her hair fanned out on the pillow, catching the sun's rays and turning them gold. The blanket had been pushed aside, revealing a tight white T-shirt that had ridden up to expose her flat stomach and a small portion of her bra.

One shoulder of the shirt was mischievously lowered, showing a black suspender. Her short shorts displayed her slim, slender legs.

Her face was relaxed, her cheeks a delicate rosy hue, and her lips, parted as if waiting for a kiss, bore a touch of cherry lipstick.

Jimin snapped out of his trance and gently tucked her back into bed, his fingers brushing her skin lightly. He then sat in the chair where I had been sitting moments before, his eyes never leaving her face.

His heart raced a mixture of worry and an unfamiliar tenderness flooding him. He reached out, his hand hovering over hers, unsure if he should hold it.

Lisa's peaceful expression tugged at something deep within him, stirring emotions he had tried to suppress.

"Lisa," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I hope you wake up soon."

A tremor of frustration rippled through me. How could a mere human girl, a speck in the evil plan of things, affect the very essence of my being?

It was infuriating, a blemish on my otherwise flawless control. Gritting my teeth, I banished the unwelcome emotion, replacing it with cold calculation.

With a flick of my wrist, I summoned Elpass. The raven materialized in a flurry of black feathers, bowing low before me. "Your command, My King?" he rasped.

"We're going to Lisa's house," I announced, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Her mother's memories need a... slight adjustment."

Elpass's crimson eyes glinted with understanding. I could sense a flicker of morbid curiosity in him, a thirst for the darkness I intended to unleash.

A chilling smile spread across my lips. "And while we're there," I continued, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "a little disguise wouldn't hurt."

With a wave of my hand, Elpass's form shifted and morphed. Gone was the mighty raven, replaced by a small boy with wide, innocent eyes.

"From now on," I declared, a hint of amusement twisting my lips, "your name is Suhyun Lim."

The boy, Suhyun now, nodded eagerly. "Yes, King. I understand."

The air crackled with dark energy as I wove a powerful spell around us, cloaking our true forms in an illusion.

Then, with Elpass by my side, disguised as a human child, we vanished from the deserted corridor and reappeared on Lisa's doorstep.

A knock echoed through the air, a seemingly innocuous sound that heralded a storm. The door creaked open, revealing Lisa's unsuspecting mother.

A warm smile bloomed on her face as she saw the adorable child at my side.

"Oh, Taehyung, you came!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with motherly warmth. She reached out, her hand hovering over Suhyun's head.

Suhyun, ever the perfect actor, leaned into her touch, his face a mask of childish innocence. But behind the facade, a darkness stirred, fueled by my magic.

This wouldn't be a simple visit. I would rewrite Lisa's mother's memories and plant the seeds of a lie that would further entangle Lisa in my web.

A soft warmth touched my forehead as Lisa's mother leaned down and planted a kiss there. "Come in, Taehyung, my lovely son," she chirped, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Where's Lisa, then?"

"She's busy in the library, Mom," I lied smoothly. "She'll be here soon."

My voice held a hint of brotherly affection, a subtle manipulation to solidify the illusion we were creating. She nodded, ushering us inside with a warm smile.

The lie trickled easily from my tongue, though it left a bitter taste behind. The warmth of her touch felt like cruel irony, a stark contrast to the cold tendrils of power swirling within me, waiting to unravel everything she believed.

In her eyes, I was the perfect son—the doting older brother, the one she trusted implicitly. Little did she know of the monstrous entity lurking beneath the surface, the puppeteer controlling the intricate narrative of their family.

Everything was just a part of the game I had been playing for years, and Suhyun, with his flawless innocent act, was another pawn—though a valuable one.

As Lisa's mother looked at me with that familiar warmth, she smiled and said, "Suhyun and you both go and get fresh. I'll prepare the meal for you both."

I nodded without hesitation, a smile that never quite reached my eyes curling on my lips. Suhyun, playing his part to perfection, responded, "Sure, mother."

We both made our way to the room; its emptiness was the perfect canvas for what was to come. Once we entered, the facade we wore for her melted away.

With a mere thought, I altered the space to my liking—the warmth of the house was replaced with a cold, dark aura that suited me better. The door shut with a decisive click behind us, sealing us in this private world.

Suhyun, my ever-loyal little demon, kneeled before me, his tone dropping as he said, "My lord."

I shot him a sharp look, my voice low but menacing. "Brother. Call me brother here. Got that?"

He nodded quickly, adjusting to the role. "Yes, brother. Now, what are you planning to do?"

I smiled as I leaned back on the bed, feeling the soft mattress beneath me—a rare comfort for someone like me. "Nothing for now. I just want to watch... observe. Jimin has piqued my interest. And as for Lisa..."

I let my words hang in the air, a dark edge lingering around them. "She's fascinating, isn't she? So innocent, so unaware of what's coming. I wonder how far I can push her before she realizes the depths of this game."

Suhyun remained silent, his dark eyes watching me carefully, waiting for more instructions.

But I had no immediate plans—just a twisted curiosity and a desire to see how much I could unravel before the strings tightened too much for anyone to escape.

"Patience," I said with a soft, dangerous chuckle. "Patience, Suhyun. This is only the beginning. We have time, and I plan to savor every moment."

As I lay back on the bed, the weight of my power humming beneath my skin, I couldn't help but revel in the chaos I had so meticulously crafted.

Lisa, with her innocence and naivety, had no idea what kind of darkness swirled around her. I could feel it—the thrill of control, the twisted satisfaction of pulling the strings while everyone around me danced to my silent tune.

Suhyun stood quietly beside me, awaiting my next move, though he already knew what was coming. He could sense it—the dark hunger growing within me, the craving for more than just power.

Lisa was more than a pawn; she was becoming a challenge for me to break into my darkness. Not in the way I usually craved—through fear or dominance—but in something far more dangerous.

She stirred something primal in me, something that both infuriated and intrigued me. The need to break her, to own her, was growing, but there was a thin line I was walking.

Lisa's innocence was her most tantalizing trait. Every time I watched her, that purity made me want to ruin her and corrupt her in ways that would make her question everything she believed in.

But at the same time, I found myself wanting to preserve it, to keep it intact, like a prize that no one else could touch.

"I want more from her," I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing as thoughts of her filled my mind. "She doesn't even know how much she affects me, does she?"

Suhyun looked at me cautiously, as if weighing his words. "Brother, what do you mean by more? What do you plan to do with Lisa?"

I turned my head toward him, my gaze sharp. "I mean to have her. All of her. Not just her obedience, but her soul."

A twisted smile crept across my face. "But it has to be slow. She has to fall willingly, without realizing it. That's the art of it, Suhyun. She must think she's choosing me—falling into my arms by her own will."

Suhyun's eyes gleamed with understanding. "So, you intend to keep her close until she's fully under your control?"

I sat up, feeling the cold air wrap around me as I chuckled softly. "Yes, but it's more than that. I want to see her struggle. I want to see her fight against her desires and her morals and ultimately give in to them. When she's mine—truly mine—it will be because she's willingly surrendered everything she is. Not just because I demand it, but because she *wants* it."

The thought sent a thrill through me—the idea of Lisa slowly unraveling, losing herself in me, to the point where she wouldn't even recognize herself anymore.

That was the true power—to turn someone's love into a weapon, to make them crave the very thing that would destroy them.

"She'll fight it at first," I continued, speaking more to myself than to Suhyun. "But the beauty of it is in the resistance. Every moment she resists, every time she questions herself, it brings her closer to falling. And once she falls..." I trailed off, the thought alone making my blood race with dark anticipation.

Suhyun nodded, his loyalty unwavering. "And Jimin? He seems to have an attachment to her. Should we deal with him?"

I considered it for a moment, the shadow of a grin still lingering on my lips. "Jimin is just a distraction, for now, a minor obstacle. In time, he'll fall away, or I'll take care of him. For now, let her believe he's important. It will make Lisa's downfall even sweeter when she realizes no one can save her."

I leaned back again, a low chuckle escaping my lips as I stared at the ceiling, imagining how it would all play out.

Lisa's innocence was the ultimate prize, and I was going to savor every second of watching her slowly descend into the darkness I had crafted for her.

"And when she's finally mine," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else, "I'll decide whether to keep her or destroy her completely."

Suhyun bowed slightly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "As you wish, My Lord."

The game had only just begun, and the pieces were falling into place. Lisa was unaware of the storm looming over her, the shadow creeping closer with each passing day.

But soon, she would know. Soon, she would realize there was no escape from me.

And when that moment came, it would be glorious.