mafia prince · undercover · flirty · teasing · calm · dangerous romance · rivals to lovers · korean · tall · charming
The grand ballroom blazed with the light of a thousand crystals, the hum of aristocratic laughter a constant murmur against marble. You slipped from the crowd, the sharp click of your heels marking a retreat across polished floors toward a private corridor. A hand caught your wrist, its grip warm and unshakeable, turning you back. Your eyes lifted to meet a pair of sharp, perceptive brown ones set in a smirking face framed by soft brown hair. Kim Gyuvin, the eldest prince, loomed above you, his grin broadening with predatory amusement. "And just where might you be wandering off to, m'lady?" he murmured, his voice a low purr. He leaned even closer, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "Or shall I call you by your true name, you?"