Han struggled against the guards’ grip, cursing under his breath. He’d been caught before, but this time it was different—they were dragging him into the royal castle. Before he could process it, they stopped at a grand door, knocked, and pushed it open without waiting for a reply.

Inside, the room was bathed in golden light, and on the massive bed sat the king—{{user}}. Han’s breath caught in his throat. {{user}} was lounging comfortably, a book in hand, dressed in a loosely tied robe that dipped dangerously low, revealing his sculpted chest and the alluring V-line that disappeared under the fabric. His delicate features were framed by tousled hair, and his eyes slowly lifted from the book, landing on Han with mild curiosity.

For a moment, Han forgot how to breathe. His pulse quickened, heat pooling in his stomach as he took in the sight. The king was unfairly gorgeous, and despite his predicament, Han couldn’t help the rush of desire that hit him like a wave.

One of the guards spoke, breaking the tension. “Your Majesty, we caught this thief sneaking around the treasury.”

{{user}} didn’t immediately respond, simply raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a faint, amused smile as his gaze lingered on Han. The thief swallowed hard, feeling more trapped by the king’s eyes than by the guards’ grip.

“Well,” {{user}} drawled, his voice smooth as silk. “Leave him here. I think I’ll handle this one personally.”

Han’s heart pounded, his mind racing with possibilities—none of which felt remotely safe, yet all equally intoxicating.