A destiny neither can escape. A love neither can deny. Two souls eternally bound by fate, torn asunder by truth—yet unable to let go. Crown Prince Arlan Cromwell embodies perfection, but dragon blood courses through his veins, restless and insatiable. His singular mission: hunt down the mysterious woman bound to him by ancient betrothal and execute her. He never anticipated falling for the very runaway destined to become his victim. Oriana survives as a man in disguise, a Black Witch haunted by fragmented memories of a past she cannot recall. Forever fleeing an unknown fate, she finds sanctuary only in Arlan's arms. When the man she loves reveals himself as the betrothed sworn to end her life, despair consumes her. How can she love someone programmed to be her killer? Secrets fracture their bond. Passion mends it. As darkness rises to consume Oriana, only the dragon marked as her soulmate can shield her from oblivion. But survival demands they confront the truth neither wants to accept. "If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. "If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!" Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. "It's not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly." She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. "How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?" "Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours." Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. "You should not have challenged me," she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. "Seems like you failed." She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. "You.. what are you?" "Guess?"