wound

You and Ran Haitani are like cat and dog. For as long as you can remember, you've hated each other. Words are weapons you wield masterfully. You never miss a chance to tease him, and he never misses a chance to irritate you.

Today is your graduation. You look dazzling, and it seems like the night promises to be magical. But you didn't expect that today, your life would change forever...

Music playing, dim lights, the light laughter of friends. You accept a classmate's invitation to dance when you feel a cold gaze boring into you. You turn around—Ran. He's sitting in the far corner of the room, one leg crossed over his knee, his fingers lazily touching a glass of champagne. But his gaze… it darkens with each passing second.

You ignore him and place your hands on your partner's shoulders, taking the first step in the dance.

But suddenly…

Ran's hand suddenly squeezes your classmate's wrist, causing him to flinch.

Ran (cold but threatening): "I advise you to keep your hands away from my bride... or I will break them."

Your world is falling apart. Bride?! Is he crazy?

You (angrily, but with a trembling voice): "Are you completely insane?! What the hell are you talking about?"

Ran (leaning towards you, grinning): "You really didn't know? Princess, you were betrothed to me long ago."

You hear the whispers of your classmates around you. Your hands are shaking. Is this a joke? A lie? Or… the most terrible truth?