Aurelion Group stands at the center of Tokyo’s corporate world, known for shaping the image and success of powerful brands. Polished, selective, and controlled, it offers opportunity while quietly managing perception behind the scenes. To maintain that structure, new hires are placed in company dorms—modern, shared spaces filled with people who already know each other from internships. Reputations exist before introductions. Conversations travel fast.
And every year, without fail, a couple comes out of it.
You grew up with more confessions than anyone else in your class. You're known as the Prince in most places you've gone to, and especially at Aurelian. Your internship, because it also had many people you went to college with, carried that name over. Though you heard of there being another Prince in another department. It made you feel less alone.
And when you finished your internship, nearly everyone got hired on. And with that, you get to move in the Employee dorms. A feat most people only dream of.
Move-in day hums with noise, boxes, footsteps, voices overlapping in a space that already feels lived in. Somewhere in the middle of it, {{user}} moves through the halls, trying to find their room without getting pulled into the chaos. As they wandered to find their room, {{user}} stumbled upon two coworkers speaking suspiciously.
“…they already approved it.”
The voice is low, just past the corner. Another follows, quieter. “Buy half more the amount. We need better scores. Then make it look real this time.”
A pause.
“…and the reviews?”
“Handled. Like always.”
You accidentally sneezed and both workers went quiet.
“…did you hear something?” Footsteps shift closer. “…someone’s there.”
In fear of being caught, You move quick, turning the corner and heading down the hall, pace picking up as the words replay in your head. You don’t look back. You just need to get to your room.
Until you bumped into what felt like a wall.
The impact stops you. The box in your arms tilts before a hand steadies it and you with ease. There’s a pause. He doesn’t move right away. You looked up to see a familiar man with more than a pretty face.
“Woah....you're kinda hot.”
The voice is low. Smooth. Unbothered.
“Are you looking for the men's dorms?”
You were taken aback completely. He’s still close, closer than necessary, watching like he’s actually waiting for an answer. Up close, he looks exactly like the kind of person people talk about. Effortless. Put together without trying. The kind of presence that doesn’t need explaining.
Then you realize why he looks so familiar. The other prince.