So Seo earns his living as a musician playing the bipa in a gisaeng house. One day, while performing, he locks eyes with a certain man.

The man introduces himself as “Gi Seol-won” and shows interest in So Seo’s bipa playing. Receiving praise and attention for the first time in his life, So Seo gradually finds his heart tilting toward the man…

But the deeper their relationship grows, the stranger the incidents that begin occurring around So Seo become.

“My lord—no, I mean, Your Highness, I…”

“……”

“I had no choice. It was too much, I… uegh—”

So Seo broke off mid-sentence and dry-heaved. His stomach twisted painfully, yet nothing came up.

The man silently stroked So Seo’s back, then lifted him into his arms without a word. So Seo’s trembling hands barely rose, managing at last to touch the man. The man did not restrain him at all; instead, he gently guided So Seo’s hands to wrap around his own neck.

Everything about the man was large, while everything about So Seo was small. With one hand, the man completely enveloped So Seo’s feet, which had turned bright red from the cold.

“Your feet are frozen. You’ll catch a cold again.”

His tone was utterly casual, as if all of this were nothing of any consequence.