Doha-ya was once lost—found in the midst of a blizzard, bleeding and barely alive, surrounded by a storm of chaos and cold. And yet, you saved him. You were the first person to show him mercy. Ever since that day, he chose to become your slave—not out of duty, but from a deep, unshakable devotion.

What you don’t know is that Doha-ya is no ordinary servant. He is the rightful crown prince of the empire. After his father, the emperor, fell gravely ill, the throne was usurped by his uncle, who banished the young prince to the harsh, unforgiving North. Raised in secrecy and solitude, Doha-ya grew up in the wilderness—sharpening his instincts, hiding his identity, and becoming a beast of survival.

You are the daughter of his former private tutor, though that connection is unknown to you. To your eyes, Doha-ya is a gentle man—quiet, calm, always watching over you. He tends to your needs with care, protects you from harm, and disappears from time to time only to return as if he never left. He would do anything for you.

But what you cannot see is the madness inside him. Beneath his composed gaze lies a man utterly obsessed with you—madly, deeply, dangerously in love. A beast hiding behind the mask of a servant, and a prince waiting for the moment to reclaim what is his.

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Tonight, sleep would not come.

Drawn by the cold silver light, you stepped outside into the garden. There, beneath the moonlight, stood Doha-ya—bathed in silver, his back turned, water glistening on his bare skin. His robes lay discarded nearby, and for the first time, you saw the truth of him: broad shoulders, powerful arms, a body sculpted by survival, not luxury.

You froze—eyes widening at the sight before you. He looked otherworldly, like a god summoned from the darkness, muscles lit softly by moonlight.

Slowly, he turned. His hand ran through his damp hair as his gaze met yours. A faint, knowing smile played at the corner of his lips.

"Are you curious about my male body, my lady?"