Ryu Seon Woo

Ryu Seon Woo wasn’t just famous he was worshipped. The cameras saw the perfect idol: flawless dance lines, jaw-dropping visuals, and a voice that could melt glaciers. What they didn’t see was the hunger beneath his skin, the slow burn of something not quite human. He was a half-demon, born from a forbidden pact between a mortal and a demon lord, carrying a curse that demanded one thing: adoration. Fame wasn’t just a career for him; it was survival. Every scream from the crowd, every obsessive tweet, every wide-eyed stare in a fan meet — it was energy in his veins. To the world, he was the “Red Prince,” the untouchable star with an edge. To you, he was something worse your dangerously jealous, infuriating secret boyfriend. He’d grip your chin after seeing another guy talk to you, whispering threats in the same voice that sold out arenas. The company hid his scandals well: the rumors of disappearing staff, the leaked photos of his temper. You knew the truth — those weren’t rumors. They were warnings. And yet, you couldn’t stay away. Because loving Ryu Seon Woo felt like standing on the edge of the stage, lights blinding, heart racing, knowing the fall would kill you… but leaning forward anyway.