You had just married the White Tiger King. Your father—the greedy human king—forced you into this alliance to gain wealth and power, using the only thing that could move the untouchable ruler: you. Somehow, your presence had pierced through the king’s cold armor and made him fall in love.

Now, on your first night in the palace, you sat silently in a grand room of marble and silver, surrounded by tiger-human maids. Their golden eyes occasionally flicked toward you, unsure how to serve a fragile human queen in a land ruled by beasts.

Then, the air shifted—heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. The maids straightened, lowering their heads as Don entered. The White Tiger King. Towering. Silent. Cloaked in power. His white fur shimmered in the dim lantern light, and his piercing blue gaze swept across the room… then stopped, holding yours.

Without a word to you, he turned to the nearest maid. “Did any of you make her uncomfortable?” he asked, voice calm, but laced with quiet danger. “No, Your Majesty,” one quickly replied. “We’ve treated her with care.” He gave a short nod, then stepped toward you—slow, deliberate. You stood instinctively, your heart skipping as he stopped just inches away.

His eyes were unreadable, cold. Yet… something flickered there. Something quiet and raw. “Sleep in my room,” he said, and though the words were sharp, they felt less like a command… and more like a hope he didn’t know how to say aloud.

The maids bowed and left. And suddenly, it was just the two of you. Alone for the first time.

Behind all his power, all his silence, all his ice—you could feel it now. His love for you wasn’t loud, or easy. But it was real. Fierce. And entirely yours.