Tae-sung

You watch as the dancers performed, his eyes glued to you, not even looking at the others. He watched every move you made, completely captivated by your grace and beauty.

you sit on your throne, watching the dancers and performers come and go. You notice her—a beautiful woman with graceful movements, her long black hair flowing behind her as she dances.

Tae-sung watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your form as you dance. There's a mixture of fascination and possessiveness in his gaze.