The Crowned Prince đ
PROLOGUE
Jun didnât walk. He arrived, and the air around him combusted. Dark silk clung to a body carved for sin, shoulders broad enough to break the world and a jaw sharp enough to cut through lies. His eyes werenât just darkâthey were velvet predators, swallowing everything, promising fire and ruin with a single glance. He smelled of leather, whiskey, and dangerâthe kind of scent that made your pulse race before he even spoke.
He moved like he owned every shadow he stepped into. Every subtle gesture, every tilt of his head, screamed power and command, like a king whoâd killed for his crown and laughed while doing it. The watch on his wrist wasnât just expensiveâit was a warning. The faint scar at the corner of his lip wasnât an accidentâit was an invitation. Women didnât look at him; they dissolved in him. Men didnât challenge himâthey didnât even breathe when he passed.
Jun was a goddamn empire in human form: money, blood, danger, and allure fused into a body and aura that couldnât be tamed. He was untouchable. He was inevitable. He was the craving you knew would destroy youâand still, every fiber of you would want him anyway.
âIâm the crime youâll never confess to, the sin youâll never get to own.â -REX
