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In the bustling atmosphere of the grand event, the spotlight was firmly fixed on the Prince. As Korea's beloved prince, Wonwoo stepped onto the stage, the atmosphere crackled with excitement. Cameras flashed incessantly as the crowd clamored for his attention, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony of admiration and adoration.
"Prince Wonwoo, over here!" shouted a photographer, desperately vying for the perfect shot of the beloved royal. Wonwoo obliged, gracefully waving and posing amidst the frenzy, his regal presence captivating the audience's hearts.
Amidst the chaos, one figure stood out to Wonwoo—a man in black, holding a camera. Their eyes met, and Wonwoo felt a jolt of intensity as the man's dark brown gaze locked onto his own. Despite being covered up, only his eyes visible, the man's stare ignited a burning, lustful desire and something within Wonwoo— ignite a surge of unfamiliar sensations coursing through Wonwoo's veins unlike anything he'd felt before. The intensity of the man's gaze held him captive, momentarily forgetting the world around him.
Unbeknownst to Wonwoo, his security guard, Hoshi, approached with concern etched on his features. "Are you alright, Your Highness?" he inquired, gently interrupting the prince's reverie.
Startled back to reality, Wonwoo blinked and nodded, offering a sheepish smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Hoshi," he replied, tearing his gaze away from where the mysterious man had been standing. But the man was gone, leaving Wonwoo feeling strangely bereft.
As the event continued, Wonwoo couldn't shake the lingering impression left by the encounter. His mind drifted back to the intense gaze, the silent exchange of emotions that had transpired between them. Despite the distractions of the evening, his thoughts kept returning to the stranger in black.
Meanwhile, in the privacy of the restroom, the mysterious man cursed under his breath, struggling to contain the unexpected arousal provoked by his encounter with Prince Wonwoo. With a frustrated groan, he sought solace in the solitude of a cubicle, his mind consumed by memories of the prince's captivating presence.
As he surrendered to the intoxicating fantasy, the man's arousal peaked, releasing pent-up tension in a desperate wave of pleasure. Breathing heavily, he leaned against the cubicle wall, his body tingling with the aftershocks of release.
Once composed, the man emerged from the restroom, unaware of the lingering presence in the adjacent cubicle. Little did he know, fate had intertwined their paths in ways neither could have anticipated.
