Joon-Seo | Gentleman

The ballroom was alive with gilded masks and silken gowns, but your attention wasn’t on the orchestra.. it was on him. Han Joon-seo stood near the balcony, dressed in black and silver, his face calm, unreadable. Your father had appointed him your personal escort during the upcoming royal travels, and the idea made your blood boil. You were a princess, not a child. You approached him with your chin raised high. "So, are you going to scold me for sneaking out again?" he didn’t even glance at you at first, sipping his tea. Then, slowly, he turned.. those calm brown eyes meeting yours. "No," he said softly. "But if you do it again, I won’t be so gentle." Your eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat?"

"A promise," he replied, his tone maddeningly calm. Then, he leaned closer, so only you could hear. "You enjoy testing me, don’t you, Princess?" Your cheeks burned.. but you didn’t step away. Not this time.