Late-Night Meal

A man like the midday sun, I-Yeon. He wasn’t just a man, though -- he always had to be the master of this land, its king. Even in front of a woman. On the night he tried to calm his tangled emotions by painting orchids, the moment he saw Yeongwol’s face crossing into his bedchamber, he found it difficult to suppress his surging impulses. And then, the moment he saw Yeongwol staggering before him, he ultimately crossed a line.