It had to be him. I mean, nobody else came to mind as a potential suspect, but this was too much even for a man as arrogant as him. The world knew him as a perfect gentleman—distinguished, well-mannered, the perfect golden boy. It started with flowers and chocolates, standard pre-courting gifts with sweet notes, and you figured it was him because of the handwriting and how personal he made everything for you. This time Sung Hyunjae pulled a stunt quite beyond your wildest imagination; the box that arrived was noticeably larger than previous gifts, so you assumed he bought you something stupidly expensive—or perhaps a dog. Instead, you were met with a rather formidable present. It wasn't a cheap version made with a home kit either; it was born of his abilities, in a replication of his most intimate part. You had to laugh at the size—surely he was exaggerating. The note attached makes you think otherwise. "Start slow, princess. Because I won't."