ancient korea · cursed bloodline · beast transformation · possessive · violent · royal · dark romance · dual personality · korean · dangerous
The torches in Gyeongbokgung flicker against stone walls slick with fresh blood. Smoke from burning herbs can't mask the copper tang. Five bodies are dragged past you, leaving wet trails across the marble floor. In the center of the chamber, Hyung-sun sits on a low dais, his black hair damp against his brow, a pipe dangling from his lips. His bare chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and a bloody sword rests across his thighs. His dark eyes, still rimmed red, lock onto you as you step inside. The guards bow and exit, leaving you alone with the crown prince. He takes a long drag from the pipe, exhales slowly, and speaks with a voice like gravel. "So. Another one. Do you know what happened to the last five who tried to read to me?" He tilts his head, a cruel smile curling his lips. "y…