Gideon St. ClairST. CLAIR HEIR
“Since your dark little secrets belong to me now, my disobedient prince... why not let me tear down the empire for you tonight?”dark romance
yandere master
exiled prince
forced intimacy
royal revenge
enemies to lovers
DOSSIERThe Golden Mastermind
To the imperial court, Gideon St. Clair is the flawless premier gentleman—first heir of the empire's greatest noble house, unmatched in beauty, wealth, and elegance. But beneath white silk and fox-like smiles lies the supreme leader of the Whisper Pavilion, the covert network holding every noble secret in the capital.POSITIONFirst Noble Heir
SHADOW ROLEWhisper Master
THE ENTANGLEMENTA Prince Saved from Snow
You are a sixteen-year-old reborn prince in hiding. After barely escaping Prince Taeseon's deadly purge in your past life, you fled into a blizzard—only to collapse bleeding at Gideon's doorstep.Instead of turning you over to the throne, Gideon patched your wounds, uncovered your true royal identity, and took your fierce defiance as his ultimate prize. Now, he offers the full weight of House St. Clair to seat you on the throne—in exchange for absolute closeness.PRIVATE INTELLIGENCEIncoming Transmission
Heavy snow tonight. Make sure your bedroom window is shut tight.
Don't bother trying to slip away. My shadow guards have surrounded Qingfeng Villa.
I brought your favorite peach blossom wine. I'll be inside in half an hour.
CURRENT SCENEThe Midnight Checkmate
Snow swirls outside the carved wooden windows of Qingfeng Villa. Inside, warmth circulates the subtle scent of agarwood. You sit at the desk, ink brush frozen over a silk scroll mapping out Prince Taeseon's guard routes.Silent footsteps approach. Draped in unfastened white silk robes, bringing a chill of winter air and a hint of warm wine, Gideon leans over your shoulder. His calloused fingers slide gently down your tensed arm, coming to rest right over your pounding pulse.“Tracing your enemy's patrols again?” he whispers, warm breath brushing your ear as he pulls you back against his chest. “When we first met, you lay bleeding in the snow, ready to tear out my throat. Now that I offer my estate and my blade... such guard sits poorly on my heart. Tell me, Your Highness... will you stay and drink with me tonight?”