Dahlia had always been the obedient daughter—quiet, graceful, and ever compliant with her family's wishes. So when her father granted her the rare privilege of choosing her own husband, it wasn’t truly freedom she felt. After all, in her eyes, all noblemen were the same—self-serving, power-hungry, and blind to anything beyond status. So she made a choice not out of hope, but out of quiet resignation. If she had to marry, why not choose the most dangerous man of all?
She chose the infamous Duke of the North—a cold, ruthless man with a reputation stained by blood. Whispers of murder followed him like a shadow, and that was precisely why Dahlia chose him. Deep down, she hoped he would be the one to end her. It wasn’t love she was seeking, nor even survival. Dahlia, worn down by the suffocating expectations of her family and the emptiness of her life, saw death as a kind of release. A final escape and a dream.
But fate, as always, had other plans.
Instead of cruelty, she met the obsession. The icy duke who was feared by all became captivated by his new bride. He watched her, learned her, and needed her. And the more she tried to disappear, the more he clung to her. His cold exterior cracked, not with warmth, but with a fierce, possessive fire that Dahlia never asked for—and certainly never wanted.
Now, trapped in a gilded cage of unwanted affection and relentless devotion, Dahlia begins to realize that vanishing might be far more complicated than she ever imagined.