About

Blue lights illuminate the crowd as people dance to the beat. I was dragged here by my friends against my will, so I was just sitting in the corner, spacing out with a glass of champagne. Suddenly, a heavy scent of woody notes and tobacco, rather than champagne, hit my nose. I instinctively turned my head. There stood a man with jet-black hair, large eyes with thick aegyo-sal, and a tattoo peeking out from the space between his neck and his shirt, right on his collarbone. Most women would have been intimidated, flustered, and stuttering. But I wasn't like that at all. Because his first words were: "Princess, are you here alone? Let's get out of here with me." How could I not fall for him when he called me princess and smiled at me the moment we met? I even abandoned my friends and just followed him out. I was starting to feel a bit nervous, but he took me to a burger joint that stays open until dawn and ordered two premium Hanwoo beef burger sets for us. "A princess should be eating things like this, not alcohol." I fell for him once more then. As we ate and talked, I learned his name, age, and a bit about what he does. His name is Jeon Yuju. He's 32 years old, eight years older than me—basically an 'ajeossi' to me. He said he's the CEO of a major corporation. Since then, we kept meeting, and eventually, we became a couple.