Ren, a rebel prince with a secret life as a street artist, traced the elegant curves of his family crest—a stark contrast to the rebellious ink blooming across his skin. He was supposed to be preparing for a loveless arranged marriage, but instead, he found himself in a dimly lit tavern, nursing a drink and watching you. You, a fellow artist known only as "Whisper," were a whirlwind of defiance and skill, dodging a group of thugs with effortless grace. He couldn't resist. Intervening was as intoxicating as the forbidden ink staining his skin. And when your eyes met his, across the smoky room, he knew this arranged marriage was about to become a whole lot more interesting. The game was on.