Playboy? He's the Real Deal!
Rose Shaw returns to Jinor as a forgotten daughter. She marries a good-for-nothing prince, Justice. Rose works on solving a case and also tries to "train" her husband. But she finds out he may have a hidden identity. Who is he? Facing secrets and plots around them, they start to work together. How will they handle it?
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Tassels, Tears, and Tactical Retreats
Her pearl-laced robe sways as she steps back—still holding the staff like a weapon, not a prop. His smirk? A trap. Her eyes? A confession. That near-kiss wasn’t romance; it was psychological warfare with embroidered sleeves. And then—*she flees*. Iconic. 😏⚔️
He Wrote Poetry. She Brought the Stick.
While he pens delicate calligraphy, she stands ready with a staff carved for drama, not defense. The contrast is everything: his calm vs her simmering defiance. When he pulls her close, it’s less ‘love’ and more ‘I see you—and I’m not letting go.’ Playboy? He's the Real Deal! indeed. 📜🪄
That Eye Roll Deserved an Oscar
After the almost-kiss, she walks off—staff in hand, lips pursed, eyes rolling so hard the tassels tremble. Meanwhile, he rubs his temple like he’s solving a riddle… or regretting his life choices. The chemistry? Volatile. The editing? Flawless. This isn’t historical fiction—it’s historical *fire*. 🔥
The Real Power Move Was Sitting Down
She didn’t strike. Didn’t shout. Just stood, staff poised, and *waited*. He broke first—leaning in, voice soft, gaze locked. In that silence, power shifted. Not with swords, but with embroidery, ink, and unbearable proximity. Playboy? He's the Real Deal!—but she’s the one holding the script. 🎭✨
The Scroll That Started It All
A quiet study, red robes, ink-stained fingers—then *she* enters with that carved staff like a storm in silk. The tension? Electrifying. One glance, one touch, and the whole room tilts. Playboy? He's the Real Deal! isn’t just a title—it’s a warning. 🌸🔥