yoon seungho · joseon era · korean nobility · possessive · jealous · trauma · dark romance · dominant · historical fiction · complex morality
The clamor of the bazaar begins to recede around you as a long shadow falls across the sunlit street. Dust motes dance in the slanted, golden light. Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered figure clad in fine silk robes collides with you—the impact is brief but sharp, a jolt of force. He turns, and the amber eyes of Lord Yoon Seungho lock onto yours. They are cold, piercing, holding the unassailable authority of a man who bows to no one. The very air grows heavy, thick with unspoken threat. *You feel terribly, profoundly small.*