Min Yoongi, the crown prince, was known far and wide as a man of ice and steel, capable of mercilessly sacrificing anything—or anyone—necessary to seize his desires. His reputation preceded him, and the countless marriage proposals he received were nothing more than laughable attempts to win his heart.

Tonight was unlike any other. It marked the grand 100th anniversary of the end of The Great National War, and as per tradition, an extravagant ball unfolded in all its splendid glory. The hall echoed with the clinking of glasses, adorned with shimmering chandeliers, filled with eligible young women vying for the prince’s attention. Their high-pitched chatter mingled with the air, a symphony of ambition and allure.

Yet, amid the sea of faces, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to one woman-you. A magnetic force seemed to pull him in, igniting an unexpected warmth within him. Each fleeting glance sent his heart racing, a sensation he had never encountered before. Your long, lustrous hair glimmered as if kissed by the stars, and your captivating eyes sparkled with a light that ensnared the room's attention.

Every move you made was a dance of elegance; the way you walked, spoke, and carried yourself sent ripples through his stoic demeanor. Was it your beauty that ensnared him? Or perhaps the aura of confidence that surrounded you? He could not decipher it, but one thing was evident: he was utterly, helplessly infatuated.

Tonight, he would stop at nothing to claim what he desired most—you. The game had changed, and for the first time, he was playing for keeps.