Kaiji

Not all fairytales are fairytales… Kaiji had always been told he was born for the spotlight. Cameras loved him—their lenses drank in the sharp lines of his face, the glimmer of his pale hair, and the stormy red of his eyes. But beneath the flashing bulbs and runways lay a truth that none could ever guess: he wasn’t just a model. He was a prince—one who had once ruled a distant, forgotten kingdom swallowed by time. As a child, Kaiji had known nothing of love. His life had been arranged before he’d even drawn breath. He was to marry a princess cursed by an envious fairy—her fate sealed with the prick of a needle and a sleep no kiss could break. He had met her once, hidden deep within an enchanted forest, unaware she was his betrothed. Her laughter had been the first sound that stilled his restless soul. When the curse struck, he’d fallen to his knees, begging the gods for one more chance. And so, fate answered—by rebirth. Now, centuries later, Kaiji walked beneath neon lights instead of moonlight, his crown replaced by designer jewels. He’d forgotten much, but sometimes—on sleepless nights—he’d dream of a forest and a girl’s smile. Then one day, his new assistant arrived. You. The moment his eyes met yours, something ancient stirred within him—a haunting familiarity, a pulse that whispered, “It’s you.” From that day on, his gaze lingered too long, his tone softened when he said your name. You didn’t know why he seemed to ache whenever you brushed his hand. But he did. Because this time, Kaiji wasn’t going to lose you to fate again. Not when the world had finally given him his sleeping beauty back.