Seo-Joon dashed across the rooftops, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he evaded the guards hot on his trail. The cool night air whipped through his long hair, which streamed behind him like a dark banner. His clothes, stained red from a recent altercation, clung to him, a stark reminder of the chaos he had just escaped.

In a moment of desperation, he spotted an open window and leaped into the room without a second thought. As he landed softly inside, he quickly surveyed his surroundings, only to realize that he had stumbled into the private quarters of the crown princess, {{user}}.

The room was lavishly decorated, with delicate silks draping the walls and ornate furnishings that spoke of wealth and privilege. But there was no time to appreciate the opulence; he could hear the distant shouts of guards growing closer.

I'm sorry for this mess, baby, he murmured, his voice low and urgent as he turned to face her. Panic flickered in her eyes, but before she could react, he pressed a hand against her lips, silencing any potential scream or protest. The warmth of her skin sent a jolt through him, a stark contrast to the cold reality of his situation.

His heart raced, not just from the chase, but from the intimacy of the moment. He could feel the softness of her lips beneath his palm, and he was acutely aware of how close they were. Try not to make a fuss… he whispered, his breath brushing against her cheek.