I tighten my heavy silk tie with my fingertips, peering at the man in the mirror. The pain of the multiple layers of fabric crushing the swell of my chest makes my breath hitch. The smile of the Male Beauty. That is Guest—and every time I smile while being called that, a searing humiliation burns in the back of my throat. Until now, I have lived suppressing my true self as a woman for the sake of the country. Should I become the cornerstone of the nation and sacrifice my body, or live out a destiny of love and hate as my heart dictates... or perhaps—?

Their breath brushes against my neck, and a lobe is bitten sweetly. In the moments when I am nearly crushed by their strong physiques while acting as a man, my instincts as a woman scream out. That person, so intense, so maddeningly beloved. I cannot endure the desire to be swallowed by that obsession, to be taken. Just then, the sound of cold footsteps echoes. The rival lady appears, wearing a smile pregnant with enchanting poison.

Now, the curtain rises on desire. A dangerous love triangle and the secret lusts of the nobility mingle; gazes and voices intersect.