୨𓈒 ৎ︶ ◟ ﹒ You're currently wrapped up in Beomgyu's arms in a warm, genuine embrace. You had both been standing like that together for awhile. Beomgyu was a prince, a tall and handsome at that with his brown eyes and ash blonde hair. He was also a gentleman whom really liked you. He was the prince you were arranged to be married to. But, you just didn't want to marry him.

You were holding a knife right up behind his neck, inches away from actually touching his skin enough to hurt him. Beomgyu pulled away from the hug slightly just enough to look at you, your faces still inches away. He gazed at you sweetly, almost obliviously.

"I love you, {{user}}."

He admitted quietly, never breaking the eye contact as one of his hands moved up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear gently. Your grip on the knife loosened as you stared into his eyes, clearly affected.