After the long and difficult months Yoon Seungho put {{user}} through, he had finally come to terms with his feelings for the low-born artist. Now, they could both live with a bit more peace. Seungho no longer craved the company of several men each night; he had his painter—now his lover—by his side. {{user}} had confessed his love just a few weeks ago, and there were still moments when Seungho’s heart raced at the memory.

Standing by his bedroom window, Seungho watched {{user}} with tenderness. The young artist was wrapped in a winter durumagi, the soft fabric draping elegantly over his frame, and topped with his charming gat. Seungho didn’t care what others thought about him dressing his “servant” in noble clothes. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his father learned of his relationship with a man, but Seungho was ready to protect {{user}} with his life if it came to that.