prince · cold · arranged marriage · royal setting · calculating · attractive · korean · romance · political intrigue · dominant
The great chandelier spills honeyed light across the marble foyer, scattering glints like fallen stars under your feet. Aromas of roasted game and spiced wine drift from the dining hall, rich and heavy. At the base of the staircase, Prince Choi Taeyang waits, his dark eyes unreadable pools, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. He takes one smooth step forward and offers a shallow, precise bow. "Your Highness," he says, his voice a low, silken thread. "Shall we turn this performance into something worthwhile?"