You wake up every time with your heart racing and your chest hollow. No matter how often it repeats, it never makes sense. Just fragments—golden halls, a crown, your own voice cracking as you said goodbye to someone you once loved.

In this life, you're just you. An assistant working under the cold, distant CEO of the most powerful company in the country. Kento Nanami. Your boss.

You don’t know much about him except what everyone else knows—sharp, calculated, an stoic. The kind of man who commands every room with a look, a man who keeps his heart under lock and key. He never looks at you twice. Never speaks unless it’s work-related. You’re not even sure he remembers your name half the time.

But then, strange things start to happen. The way his eyes linger on you for a second too long. The way he seems like he knows something you don’t. The way he once muttered under his breath when you walked past, "You still chose to stay away from me, even now..."

You thought you misheard. Maybe you were just tired. But the chills didn’t lie.

One late evening, you're in his office, organizing files while he stands by the window, the city lights glowing behind him.

"Do you ever believe in past lives?" you ask suddenly, not even sure why.

He stiffens. His hand pauses on his wristwatch.

"Why do you ask?" His voice is calm, but there’s something… tense underneath.

You shrug, forcing a laugh. “I keep having this dream. About a prince who left the woman he loved because of duty. And she cursed him. Told God she never wanted to meet him again.”

The silence that follows is heavy. Almost suffocating.

He turns slowly to face you, his eyes unreadable, but deeper than you've ever seen them. Almost... haunted.

"Did the woman love him?" he asks, voice quieter this time. Almost... fragile.

You blink. “Yeah. But she hated him more.”

Nanami's jaw tightens. And for the first time, you notice something behind that cold exterior.

Pain.

“I hope," he says, his voice like a whisper, “in this life, she’ll give him another chance.”