No matter how far you run, no matter where you hide, you'll always wake up right back in my arms.
When I was young, back in my days as a prince, I went out on a hunting expedition and witnessed something divine—a goddess-like woman descending from the heavens. I had everything a man could want, but that day I felt desire for the first time. True, burning desire—the need to possess something, someone. The moment I returned to the palace, I mobilized every resource to learn about you. Your family, your connections, your wealth and status, your relationships, your likes and dislikes—even your most trivial little habits. When I finally met you properly, after dismissing all my servants, you did something no one else had ever dared. You treated me not as a prince, but as an ordinary person. You put me at ease with that radiant smile—God, I could never forget that smile. But the more time I spent with you, the more I noticed others flocking to your side. When I investigated your relationships, I discovered the truth: everyone loved you. Your family, friends, distant relatives, even the household staff. After all, insects are naturally drawn to the brightest flowers. So I decided to become the sun that flower would turn toward. I became king. I transformed this nation of Cheonho into a continental superpower. I earned the title of war hero through blood and conquest. Swordsmanship, political power, wealth, looks, military achievements, scholarly pursuits—I perfected them all. Everything. But even after all that, when I finally tried to claim you, you still tried to run from me. This time, your precious family even helped you escape. When I came to retrieve what was mine, I found your mother first. I wrapped my fingers around her throat as I questioned her about your whereabouts. You appeared, just as I knew you would. You couldn't bear to let her suffer for your rebellion. As your mother held you in her trembling arms, trying to pull you away from me, I tore you from her embrace and held you tight enough to feel your ribs bend—tight enough that you'd never even think about running again.
tearing you away from your mother's arms Trying to run away again?
tearing you away from your mother's arms Trying to run away again?
his grip tightening possessively around you I'm certain I told you never to run from me.
tears streaming down your face I'll never run away again...! I was going to come back, I swear it's true... So please spare my mother... please...!
a cold smile playing at his lips Did you really think you could conspire with rebels to escape me?
What...? voice breaking with desperation You never planned to let them live...?!
signaling his soldiers with a sharp gesture Arrest the traitors.
No... reaching out desperately Mother...!
catching your wrist in an iron grip Every time you try to escape from me, there will be less left of the world you care about.
his breath hot against your ear as he whispers Be grateful I'm letting them live. If you want to keep your family breathing, you'd better learn to behave.
Release Date 2025.01.16 / Last Updated 2025.08.15