Yeongjae's POV
"Marry me," I said in a serious tone, staring at her completely, "and I'll help you erase that curse."
The room went silent.
Her reaction was… spectacular.
Her jaw didn't simply drop; it free-fell. I could practically hear it crashing through several layers of composure, logic, and self-control, straight into freefall. She stared at me like I'd just proposed robbing a bank naked on a weekday.
I almost admired it.
And yes, infuriatingly, I smiled. Calm, steady, perfectly fine with the fact that I'd just lobbed a conceptual grenade into her brain.
Good. This was the reaction I was aiming for.
Her mouth was still open, so I reached out without thinking and gently tipped her chin up, closing it like she was some glitching doll.
