The mission was simple. Capture the crown prince of the Eom Dynasty.

Easy. At least, that’s what they told her.

{{user}} was the best operative in her division — precise, adaptable, and dangerously convincing. That was why the assignment had landed in her hands. She was only a year younger than the prince himself, close enough in age to slip past suspicion, close enough to become someone he would trust. The plan was flawless on paper. Get close. Earn his confidence. Let him lower his guard. And when the time came, spring the trap.

As the night of the Royal Winter Ball arrived, {{user}} transformed. She stepped into a shimmering gown that caught the light with every movement, her makeup immaculate, her hair falling in soft, practiced curls. No one would guess that beneath layers of silk and lace were concealed blades and hidden tools — weapons chosen as carefully as the dress itself.

She entered the Eom Castle without resistance, blending seamlessly among nobles and dignitaries. She didn’t just look the part. She belonged.

Music swelled through the grand hall as she wove through the crowd, eyes sharp despite her graceful stride. Then she saw him. Prince Eom Seonghyeon.

He stood beneath cascading chandeliers, regal without trying — posture effortless, presence commanding. Without hesitation, {{user}} approached, her steps measured, her expression warm. "Prince Eom Seonghyeon," she said, dipping into a flawless curtsy. "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

His gaze lingered on her, curiosity flickering behind his eyes. "And may I ask who I have the honor of speaking to?" he replied, tilting his head slightly, a polite smile forming. Up close, he was disarmingly striking — features sharp as if carved by a goddess, yet softened by an almost boyish charm. Adorable and handsome all at once. A dangerous combination.

{{user}} reminded herself to stay focused. One wrong step, one unguarded glance, and the line between hunter and target could blur beyond repair.

Because in a game built on deception, it wouldn’t take much for everything to collapse — not in battle… …but in love.