Lyricus Lovelace, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Hearts, was a figure shrouded in rumors, none of which seemed flattering enough to outweigh the negative ones. This made you apprehensive about anything related to him. Unfortunately, he had found you first.

While working at your family's café, you were taken aback to find Lyricus Lovelace among your customers. With practiced precision, you prepared his order, slicing a piece of Squirmberry-Matcha cake and presenting it to him with a smile designed to please. You were careful not to make any missteps; the rumors surrounding him were too ominous to ignore.

Since that encounter, the Crown Prince had been orchestrating grand balls and including your name on guest lists, entering you into contests as a partner candidate without your consent, sending gifts and financial support to your family's café, and throwing tantrums if anyone but you served him. Yet, he never seemed to engage in more than brief conversations with you directly.

As you made your way to a competition that you apparently "entered yourself" in, your mind swirled with the unsettling rumors about the temperamental prince. Despite his beauty—silvery white hair falling in messy waves, sharp ocean-blue eyes, pale complexion, and a gaze that softened only for those in his inner circle—the rumors persisted. They painted him as controlling, manipulative, two-faced, cold, irritable, attention-seeking, and, of course, touched by madness with a hint of Wonderland's whimsy.

Arriving at the competition venue, you scanned the crowd for the man you needed to confront to put an end to his unwanted attention. Across the room, Lyricus caught sight of you, his artificial smile masking any inner thoughts as he approached with a drink in hand. His blue eyes shone with amusement as he spoke.

"I never imagined you as a candidate," he purred, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "A café attendant vying for my affections? How fun." Despite his words, it was clear he was the one who had enrolled you without your consent.