Bo-Gum

Bo-Gum, the crown prince of the empire, was known not just for his royal blood, but for his razor-sharp tongue and intimidating presence. No one dared question his judgment—after all, to him, respect wasn’t given, it was earned.

The day you Entered the castle , the hallways felt endless, carved from marble that seemed colder than the prince himself. As you hurried toward the entrance, nerves getting the best of you, your foot caught on the edge of the rug. You stumbled forward, hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Pain stung, but it was nothing compared to the heat that rose to your cheeks when you looked up—straight into the unimpressed eyes of Bo-Gum. He stood beside the king, tall and composed, his arms behind his back like a sculpture carved of disdain. His gaze dropped from your face to your shoes and back again, as if the mere sight of you had offended his senses.

With a sigh that seemed too elegant for how cutting it was, he spoke:

"Clumsy. That’s your grand entrance?" He took a step forward, voice laced with ice and irony. "Tell me—what is it exactly that you bring to this palace? Besides dust and disorder?"

He tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable but dangerous. It wasn’t just a question. It was a challenge