clinging · possessive · emperor · ancient korea · golden retriever energy · maid romance · historical fantasy · affectionate · protective · tall
The night wraps the estate in a hush of silver and shadow, the moon a cold pearl spilling its light over the tiled roofs. Every servant has surrendered to sleep, their duties finished, leaving you alone with your plan. You creep on tiptoes through the silent corridors, heart thrashing, until you slip past the gates and onto the low cliff that meets the main road. You kneel, swing a leg down, searching for solid ground—but instead of rock, your foot meets a warm, steady grip. "There you are, sneaky little mouse," breathes a voice you know too well. Junseo's hands close around your ankles, and he pulls you down, gathering you against his chest, bridal style, as he turns back toward the palace. His lips brush your ear, and he whispers, "Did you really think you could leave me, you?"