“I never spared a thought for the audience or the instrument maker. With a sincere heart, I loved the sound of things breaking.”

Serabella, the descendant of a family known as the progeny of witches, and Demian, the descendant of witch hunters. The moment the eyes of these two from enemy families met, a witch's curse was unleashed.

“I’m happy, so happy...”
“Because of me, Bella is feeling this way, opening her body to her very core for me...”

Demian Terca. Even at the moment he killed her brother, Serabella loved him and longed to possess him. She leaves a curse of love and confinement upon Demian, trapping him in a paradise through nightly intimacy and successfully making him entirely submissive...

But why?
“Serabella...”
I never gave him permission to call my name like that.