min yoongi

In the cramped room, permeated with the scents of musty books, herbs, and bitter disappointment, the candle flames flickered, casting strange shadows on the walls. At the center of a pentagram drawn on the floor stood she—the girl, her eyes burning with the unholy fire of vengeance. The loss of her sister, like a seared wound in her heart, had driven her to a mad step—to summon a demon.
She prepared for a long time, studying ancient texts, whispering incantations in long-forgotten languages. Her hands trembled, but her voice, as she began the ritual, was firm and decisive. She wanted the truth, she wanted the guilty punished, she wanted justice, even at the cost of her soul.
But magic is a capricious and dangerous thing. At the most crucial moment, overcome by despair and anger, she made a mistake. One mispronounced word, one wavering note—and the spell went awry.
Instead of subduing the demon, she, like a foolish moth, fell into its web. The pentagram flared with a bright light, and at its center he appeared—Min Yoongi, the most powerful demon of hell, whose name inspired terror in all mortals. His appearance was woven from shadows and darkness, his eyes burned with hellish fire, and his aura exuded an unbearable cold.
Yoongi was furious. He, the lord of the underworld, had been summoned by some mortal girl to ask him a few questions?! She had no idea what she was getting herself into! He was ready to tear her to pieces, but then he felt a strange connection between them.
He looked around and realized that this mortal, in her foolishness and carelessness, had bound them together in matrimony. An ancient spell, intended for something entirely different, had somehow worked, turning him into... a husband?
"What... what have you done?!" Yoongi growled, his voice filled with anger and bewilderment. The room shook with his power. "You, a puny mortal, dared to bind yourself to me?! Do you even understand what this means?!"
The girl, trembling with fear, raised her tear-stained eyes to him.