Seungcheol's coronation as the King was just a week away. As he sat on a chair, engrossed in writing a letter, you quietly observed from his bed.

Since your teenage years, you and Seungcheol had shared a close bond. The spark between you had blossomed into love, but it hadn't altered the dynamics of your relationship. You remained friends.

Suddenly, Seungcheol's voice broke the silence, filled with irritation. "Could you please stop staring at me and find something else to occupy yourself?"