Of course, the crowd erupted the instant Caelen appeared.
They always did.
He was the Nation's Prince, after all—one of the two number one–ranked S-Class hunters in all of Korenea. His name alone could command the attention of an entire city, and in person, his presence was magnetic in a way that seemed to pull people in without effort.
Cameras fought for angles, microphones stretched forward, and the sheer weight of attention seemed to bend toward him like gravity.
Eli might have been in awe too, if he hadn't already seen past the perfect smile.
He knew now that behind that immaculate, princely façade was a man who was cocky, winning-obsessed, and relentless when he set his sights on something.
The barricades rattled as paparazzi surged forward, their voices clashing into a chaotic wall of noise.
"Sir Caelen, why are you suddenly doing an A-Class gate?!"
"Is this related to the tears?!"
