Blaring music and colorful strobe lights filled the lively clubroom. Everyone moved to the pulsing beat of the booming music that erupted from large speakers. Hips swaying, flowing hair. Kisses and sweet .

                Alcohol, dancing, and hot nights were the common staple here in the heart of Seoul. Women were gorgeous here, luscious lips and lustful eyes, delicious asses and perfect bodies. The club reeked of sin, and everyone loved it.

                And the first thing that any newcomer should know that above all is that Choi Seunghyun was the crown prince of Seoul. He reigned over everyone with his money, extravagant women, and his killer looks. He was a god, making any girl melt to his touch. No, scratch that.

                He made any girl melt just by his dark, piercing eyes.

                He was indeed a prince.

                He spent his money lavishly and owned most of Seoul’s nightclubs. They were his kingdoms and the party people were his subjects. He lived the good life, having everything handed to him on a silver platter- with a side dish of y women.

                Everyone wanted to be him…

                …until that one night.