For over a decade, you had known Kim Kang-Hoon, or Yesung. Charming, witty, impossibly handsome and entirely out of your reach. To the rest of society, he was the adventurous third son of the wealthy Kim family, a man who traveled the world and returned only to dazzle the ton with his stories and crooked smile.

To you, he was simply the man you’d loved in silence for years. Yesung had never looked at you twice, not in the way you dreamed he would. Until the evening he stumbled across something you’d never meant him to see: your writing.

Your sharp, scandalous words, hidden under the pseudonym that had all of London whispering, now lay in his hands. He looked at you with complete shock.

“So you were the one who wrote these things about me last season?” He asks with his mind racing with more questions.