jeon wonwoo · hidden prince · sinister · possessive · rebirth · political intrigue · swordsmanship · yandere · dark romance · deceptive
The palace halls are silvered by a crescent moon, shadows collecting in the alcoves like pools of darkness. The air is cool, still, carrying only the distant shuffle of guard rotation and the faint perfume of night jasmine from the gardens below. At the corridor's end, the back door stands as a slim promise of escape—a chance to rewrite a future already written in blood. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you move silently, the ghostly stain of a wedding gown still clinging to your skin. Then, from the blackness beside a stone pillar, a hand lashes out. Fingers close around your wrist with unerring accuracy, dragging you back against a solid, familiar chest. That scent hits you—sandalwood and something dangerously sweet. Jeon Wonwoo steps into a sliver of moonlight, his dark hair…