Yeonsan: The Monarch

It wasn’t just the waves that ruled the island.

Yeonsan.

A name that suited his cruel and violent nature.

His dangerously alluring appearance also played a part.

His world, reigning supreme over secrets and rumors, curiosity and fear, was suddenly shattered because of an outsider who harbored no less secrets and rumors.

“You’re like a pastry.”

Nana.

A name that seemed to calm the fiercely rising waves.

A name that also felt like she might whisper sweetly and then stab you hard.

Yeonsan couldn’t refuse the vivid warmth that had settled into his monotonous life. He let his guard down.

“You seem to really like me.”

“Is it perhaps because you want to bite that lip every time you see it?”

The lips that he had only been able to touch with his hands…

“Go, Nana. What are you going to do, driving me crazy like this?”

When he finally bit those lips,

Yeonsan had to admit it.

He, who was always used to dominating, was already thoroughly dominated.