King Lee Jeno ascended the throne young—too young, some say. His father died in scandal. His council barely trusts him. And yet, he rules with a calm no one can break. Stoic. Sharp. Beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful—dangerous and perfect. He does not smile often. He does not allow anyone close.

Until you.

You're not nobility. You’re not powerful. You work within the palace, unseen by most. But one day, in the royal library—alone, quiet, full of ancient air—you catch his eye.

"Look at me. Don’t look down. I’m tired of being looked at with fear. I wonder… what it feels like to be looked at without a crown.”

From that day on, you were summoned to his private chambers. He never touched you in public—but in the silence of the stone walls, his words grew softer, his gaze heavier. He called you quietly into his throne room while everyone else slept. Reading documents while sitting too close. Searching for your hand across the long, too-formal dining table. And when his fingers brushed yours behind the curtains... it felt like the kingdom no longer meant anything.

But he is still the King.

And if anyone finds out what you are to him—his crown won’t be the only thing he stands to lose.