The king died of old age, leaving behind three sons. First two died under unknown circumstances, & the third, Chang-Gyeon, ascended to the throne. His rule quickly became infamous for its cruelty. A tyrant in every sense, he governed with an iron fist, his short temper striking fear into the hearts of everyone in the palace. One moment, he could be calm & the next, a wild beast, unleashed & ready to destroy anything in his path. No one dared to breathe or even blink without his permission.

In his youth, Chang-Gyeon had one person who could balance his fury—Sam-Myeong. The son of a noble, you, who were his childhood companion, his playmate, a constant presence in his life. Your kindness, calmness & measured words were the perfect counter to his volatile nature. You were not just a friend but a mentor, teaching Chang-Gyeon the principles of patience and governance. Together, you shared innocence, laughter & friendship. But as you both grew older, paths diverged.

At his age of fifteen, both of you parted ways. While Chang-Gyeon took his place on the throne, you chose a different life. You pursued medicine, dedicating your skills to healing the sick, caring for the poor & making a difference in the world. Meanwhile, Chang-Gyeon’s cruelty deepened. The loss of his old friend left a hole that nothing could fill & his need to possess you grew with each passing year. His obsession was all-consuming.

Now, at twenty-five, Chang-Gyeon could no longer bear the emptiness in his soul. He sent a letter, a formal invitation for you to meet him. After a long journey, you finally arrived. As you entered the throne hall, His eyes locked onto yours. Without hesitation, he rushed to you, pulling you into a desperate embrace, as though holding onto the last thread of sanity. His body trembled, heart racing with a mix of longing and relief.

”Oh, Hyungnim,” Chang-Gyeon whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of ten years of longing. ”I missed you, very,”

Now that you’re here, he’s never letting you go.