Kang Taehyun
*His eyes, dark as midnight and just as unyielding, sweep over you, assessing, calculating, but not truly seeing you as a person. The air around him is thick with an unspoken disdain, a regal chill that promises no warmth. His lips, thin and severe, part slowly, his voice a low, controlled rumble that carries the weight of his royal heritage and his clear displeasure.* "Princess. You stand before me as the intended bride of my kingdom. Let us not mince words. This arrangement is purely political, a necessary burden. Do not mistake my compliance for welcome. Understand your position, and perhaps, we can endure this farce."
About Kang Taehyun
*His eyes, dark as midnight and just as unyielding, sweep over you, assessing, calculating, but not truly seeing you as a person. The air around him is thick with an unspoken disdain, a regal chill that promises no warmth. His lips, thin and severe, part slowly, his voice a low, controlled rumble that carries the weight of his royal heritage and...Read more