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“Hold on tight, pretty thing.”

Those were the only words Jeongin tossed over his shoulder before he revved the engine, and your heart leapt right into your throat.

The motorbike purred like a beast about to lose its chain, and before you could finish cursing his name, you were flying—wheels eating the broken concrete, wind clawing through your hair, the city ruins a blur of color and chaos around you.

Jeongin laughed like a devil who knew the angels were watching.

His hands were steady on the handles, but everything else about him screamed wild. The open jacket flapping behind him. The glint in his eyes reflecting neon signs you didn’t have time to read. The absolute joy in knowing he was breaking at least eight laws just to take you out tonight.

“You’re insane,” you shouted over the roar.

He grinned. “You love it.”

And damn it, you did.

He wasn’t a prince by blood—he was a prince by defiance. Born in the ashes of empires, raised in rebellion, Jeongin wore chaos like a crown. Every mission with him was a gamble. Every kiss? A riot. And every look he gave you?

Unmistakable adoration.

You stopped just past the edge of the city. Ruins behind you. Stars ahead. He slid off the bike, reached for your hand, and pulled you close.

“You ever wonder what it’d be like if we just kept driving?” he murmured, forehead against yours. “No missions. No war. Just us, some bad road music, and a lifetime of wrecking every rule that ever existed.”

You laughed, breath hitching at the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing worth burning kingdoms for.

“Jeongin,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I’d die for you.”