"Friends don't kiss each other..." he whispered softly, sucking the skin below your ear, making you moan under him, "but we fuck every day."
What began as a mere curiosity quickly spiraled into a compulsive addiction, an uncontrollable obsession...
...
The day had been quiet. The other boys were caught up in their work—meetings, phone calls, dealing with matters you weren't even allowed to ask about. Normally, you would have spent the time at home, maybe studying or waiting for them to return.
But today was different.
Sunoo, as usual staying with you, a playful glint in his eyes as he held out his hand. "Come with me," he had said.
"Where?" you had asked, amused but curious.
"You'll see." that was the only conversation you had with him when you decided to get dressed up and follow wherever he was leading to.
And now, as the sleek white car pulled up in front of a mansion, your breath caught in your throat.
No. Not just a mansion. This was something else entirely.
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The estate stretched endlessly, its grand structure almost intimidating in its elegance. Towering gates, marble pillars, golden accents that shimmered under the sunlight. It was the kind of place you'd only seen in movies—the kind that belonged to royalty.
Your head snapped towards Sunoo. "What... is this place?"
He smiled, but there was something different in his eyes today. Something less playful, more serious.
"My house," he said simply. "I won't say home because it's the one where I'm staying with you."
Your lips parted in shock. "You mean—"
"Yes," he nodded. "This is where I grew up. My family's estate."
You turned back to look at the grand mansion, still trying to process. You knew from your friends that Sunoo came from a wealthy background. The subtle hints were always there—the effortless confidence, the way he carried himself, the fact that money was never an issue for him.
But this? This was on another level.
"Why are you showing me this now?" you asked softly.
Sunoo exhaled, his gaze drifting towards the mansion as if lost in thought. "Because it's time you know the truth, Ella."
You turned to face him fully, searching his expression. "The truth?"
He met your gaze, and for the first time, you saw something raw, unguarded.
"My real identity," he said. "Who I really am. And what it means to be with me."
A strange chill ran down your spine. "Sunoo..."
He took your hand gently, his thumb running over your knuckles in a way that was both comforting and terrifying.
"My full name isn't just Kim Sunoo," he admitted. "I belong to one of the oldest and most powerful families. A royal bloodline."
Your heart pounded.
"You're—"
"A royal heir," he confirmed. "I was born into a world of power, influence, and expectations I never asked for."
