Lee Minho was born to follow rules, wear a crown, and smile on command. Han Jisung was born to set things on fire-with a laugh, a wink, and no apologies. When royalty meets recklessness, one night changes everything. And for the first time, Minho wonders what it would feel like to live... instead of obey.

The room was thick with smoke, dim red light slicing through the haze, and the faint scent of expensive perfume and something more primal hanging in the air. Lee Know stepped out, every movement deliberate, every muscle taut, his bare feet gliding over the floor like liquid fire. The mask hid his eyes, but not the heat, the danger, the magnetism that pulled every gaze in the room toward him. No one moved. No one breathed. Not yet. He danced, slow and teasing at first, a predator playing with its prey, then faster, sharper, every movement daring, provocative. The tension was electric, almost unbearable-desire and control colliding in a rhythm that wasn't just music, it was war. Somewhere in the shadows, eyes followed, heartbeats racing, unable to look away, unable to resist. A whisper of a thought: he wasn't just performing. He was hunting. And when the dance ended, when the mask finally came off, and he stepped closer... the consequences would be nothing short of consuming. Lee Know had mastered one rule: he gave just enough to ignite the fire, but never enough to quench it. And tonight, someone new would learn how dangerous that hunger could be. It was His game to play. Minsung, Hyunlix It's not real, all fiction!

40 strangers. Ten days. No scripts. No second takes. Under the soft haze of studio lights and seaside sunsets, cameras catch everything-from stolen glances to words left unspoken. The game? Simple. Win challenges, choose your partner, survive eliminations. But what happens when the line between strategy and sincerity blurs? When attraction sparks in quiet corners... When jealousy burns behind practiced smiles... When someone who was just a game partner starts to feel like something more? This isn't just a show. This is the moment they realize: love doesn't always follow the script. And neither will they. Let the cameras roll. _Sheen Nb : All images and pictures used in this story belong to their rightful owners. Credits to the creators.

Like a parasite, they infiltrated. He had played these games before so it had been like second nature to him but Prince Jisung ended up becoming the variable that ruined it all for him. Like a virus, Minho got infected.

{𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐} "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙅𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙚" "𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" When they met and learned about each other, everything change. ⚠𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘⚠ □Ⓜⓐⓣⓤⓡⓔ Ⓒⓞⓝⓣⓔⓝⓣ □Ⓢⓤⓘⓒⓘⓓⓔ ⓜⓔⓝⓣⓘⓞⓝⓘⓝⓖ □Ⓢⓔⓛⓕ Ⓗⓐⓡⓜⓘⓝⓖ □ⓖⓡⓐⓜⓜⓐⓡ ⓔⓡⓡⓞⓡⓢ