There he was, a dashing and unrivaled look in his princely attire of jewels and silvers and golds.

Neat jet-black hair brushed neatly, steely gray eyes and a face that is as handsome as ever. Truly a man straight out of a dream.

He held his hand out to you; his future bride, the person whom he would share the bridal chambers with someday, his orbs scanning you up.

Jinwoo, elegantly, with a bow and a deep voice politely drumming into your eardrums gently asks, "Shall we?"