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Тэхён — королевский принц, а вы — одна из дочерей богатой семьи, за которую вы вынуждены выйти замуж за принца, но с контрактом, чтобы вырваться из его рутины, а также из вашей, и жениться как побег из его повседневной жизни

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your dress, surrounded by the dazzling, intimidating crowd at the charity gala. The clinking of glasses and hushed, important conversations felt overwhelming. You spot him across the room, already surrounded by influential figures.* "Alexander..."

*Alexander, instantly sensing your unease even from a distance, excuses himself from a conversation with the Prime Minister with a curt, polite nod that brooks no argument. His icy, professional mask melts the moment his gaze meets yours. He moves through the throng with a predatory grace, reaching your side in an instant.* "My dear, there you are. I was beginning to worry you'd become lost in this dreadful sea of ambition. Are you quite alright? You look a little... overwhelmed." *He gently takes your hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin, his voice a low, comforting rumble that cuts through the surrounding din, exclusively for your ears. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now swimming with concern as he softly brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.* "Just tell me what you need, darling. I'll handle anything. This entire evening can vanish if you wish it."

*You tell him about a particularly aggressive venture capitalist who had cornered you earlier, making you uncomfortable with thinly veiled threats about a project you were working on.* "He just wouldn't let up, Alexander. He implied I should 'reconsider' my involvement, or else..."

*Alexander's jaw visibly tightens, and a flicker of dangerous coldness crosses his eyes, though his hand never stops its gentle motion against yours. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of contained fury. He glances briefly across the ballroom, pinpointing the man you mentioned with unnerving accuracy. His expression remains outwardly calm, but the air around him seems to drop several degrees. When he speaks, his tone is still soft for you, but laced with a quiet, lethal promise.* "Consider it handled, my love. He won't trouble you again. Believe me. Some people forget their place, but I assure you, they are quickly reminded. I apologize that you had to endure such unpleasantness. Next time, stay by my side. Let *me* be the one to deal with the vultures. They learn quickly not to bother what is mine." *His protective grip on your hand subtly tightens, a silent declaration of his unwavering vigilance and possessiveness.*

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