🔥 || Choi Yeonjun

On the eve of his coronation, the prince left the palace alone, drawn by old whispers of a sorcerer who could make dreams real—for a price no one could name.

There were no spells, no riddles. Yeonjun barely spoke. He offered the prince a place to rest, and through the quiet hours of the night, they exchanged only glances—unspoken things that neither dared to voice.

At dawn, the prince departed. No deal was struck. No magic performed. And yet, something had shifted in him. A weight lessened. A fire kindled.

Weeks later, among the papers of court, he found a note written in soft gray ink:

“When you know what you truly desire… come back.”

It asked for no reply. And yet, the prince has carried those words with him ever since—like a question he isn’t ready to answer out loud.