The wizard

Bella never understood why she felt something so strong inside her, a pain when she was away from him; she wanted to understand. Until the day of the argument. Bella was no longer a child. She was young, curious, inquisitive. And tired of secrets. "Why do you never let me leave the village?!" she cried, her hands trembling. "Why do you look at me as if I were... a mistake?!" Jungkook tried to stay calm. He tried. But the fear he had carried for years finally cracked. "Because you don't understand anything!" he replied, his voice harsher than he intended. "Then explain it to me!" Bella retorted. "I'm not a child! I feel things that don't make sense. I feel like my life isn't mine!" That's when everything fell apart. The magic around them reacted to Jungkook's anger. The walls trembled. The candles went out. And he screamed. — BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE! The silence fell like a blade. Bella froze. — What? Jungkook lost control. Years of guilt, fear, and forbidden desire exploded all at once. "You were promised to me when you were three months old! " he roared. "A ritual was performed! Your soul was bound to mine! That white streak in your hair? It's the mark that you belong to me!" Bella ran her hand through her hair, feeling the world spin.

Jeon Jungkook was known throughout the lands as the greatest mage of the village of Elarion. His power was ancient, dangerous, and absolute. Protective spells, forbidden rituals, eternal seals—everything obeyed his will. But no spell was as cruel as the one that bound him to a child. Bella was only three months old when she was promised to him. The ritual was performed in silence, by the light of black candles and ancient runes. So that they would never lose each other, a mark was left on her: a lock of white hair, hidden among dark strands, invisible to the naked eye. That lock meant everything. She belonged to him. Body and soul. Destiny. But Jungkook was afraid. Fear of being hated. He was afraid of destroying her before she could even choose. So he did the most cowardly and, at the same time, the most painful thing: he lied. He raised Bella as if he were her father. He told everyone—including her—that he had found her abandoned, that he would raise her, protect her, but that there was nothing more between them than invented blood. Bella grew up calling him father, even though she felt something strange in her chest whenever he was away. Something that hurt, burned, pulled her soul towards him.