Chapter 1
THE PREMISE:
He is immortal, cursed by a dying king whose daughter he accidentally killed.
“You will long for her the way I am now longing.
You will have to your love's one—again, and again.
And you will lose her.
And each time… you will forget why you screams at night.”
It's about the story of love which never complete neither of life seven life seven love seven deaths.
˚.🎀༘⋆character descriptions˚.🎀༘⋆
🖤 KAIRO RHEN MARINO
Immortal. Cursed. CEO of Marino Holdings.
Cold eyes. Cold heart. But burns with jealousy when she looks at another man.
He's lived seven lives. Loved the same soul. Killed her every time.
Not by choice-by fate.
And now she's back.
He doesn't want to love her.
He just does.
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🌸HANA SEO
Translator. Smart mouth. Soul on fire.
She talks too much and trusts too little.
Haunted by dreams she doesn't understand.
She's never met him before... but her body remembers.
The pain. The love. The death.
And yet, she can't stay away.
Not when his gaze says, "You're mine. Even if it kills you."
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💋 CHARLOTTE JULIETTE
Model. French. Too hot to function.
Calls Hana his "partner for life." and (Friends with benefit)No strings attached.
Except maybe there are.
He flirts to hide the ache. Touches her to remind himself he's still in the picture.
And when Kairo enters the scene-he's ready for war.
Even if it means losing.
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Elio Grimaldi📎
Kairo's overworked, underpaid, emotionally damaged secretary.
Wears stress like cologne and dodges curses between coffee breaks.
Terrified of his boss, obsessed with spreadsheets, and lowkey in love with the office barista who doesn't know his name.
Basically, the chaotic sidekick energy this cursed romance didn't ask for - but desperately needed.
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💄Sofia Moretti
Dramatic, Fabulous, cute wears glasses.Hana's loud-mouthed bestie & Phoenix's overworked employee.
Introvert in public, chaos queen with Hana.
Talks tough, cries over BL finales.
Says she doesn't care, threatens Kairo with a stiletto anyway.
Basically: best friend goals.
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☕ MARCO CONTI
Deadpan. Quiet. Dangerous in the way silence is.
Barista with a memory like a blade.
Might be just a guy who makes coffee.
Or might be something much, much older.
Either way, he's watching.
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🧠 LEO BRUNO
Soft boy. Cyber genius. Speaks fluent code.
Blushes around Hana.
Doesn't trust Kairo, but keeps his mouth shut.
The only one who sees the cracks in the king's armor-
And the storm that's coming.
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The Curse of Milan
The city didn’t sleep — it prowled.
Milan after midnight wasn’t just streets and stones and fashion shows. No. It was bone-deep secrets buried under catwalks and marble, sins pressed between centuries of couture and curse.
Beneath the dazzle of Ferragamo heels and perfume ads flickering over trams, something ancient festered.
Something that smelled of ash, silk... and blood.
At the heart of it all stood Phoenix Hotel — an altar to the elite.
A place where kings in suits brokered power over espresso shots and cold contracts. The marble lobby gleamed with imported gold veins. Too polished. Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that always comes after screaming.
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Hana Seo🌸
And there she came — Hana Seo age 25.
Fair like first snow, skin like porcelain dusted in bloom-pink, with double-lidded eyes the color of a storm-tossed sea. Her pupils held centuries, her lashes curved like whispers. A small, sharp button nose, petal-soft lips that always seemed on the verge of a secret, and a height of 5’3” — delicate, but not breakable. She wore a plain white tank top tucked into a knee-length skirt, the kind of simple that made silence look expensive.
She wasn’t a queen. Not even a pawn.
She was the forgotten piece under the board —
the one that doesn’t move, but watches... and remembers.
By day, she was invisible — a fiercely independent, underpaid translator for a boutique agency run by bitter expats.
By night, she hustled as a runner for a downtown lingerie studio that outfitted bored heiresses and mistresses of Milan’s devils.No time to breathe. No time to sleep. Just lace, deadlines, and hunger.
Her latest delivery? A collection of exquisitely crafted lingerie destined for Milan’s elite — all wrapped in tissue and urgency.
That’s when it happened.
Kairo rhen Marino
Absolutely, Wifey. Here's a crisper, more compact version of Kairo Rhen — still dark, refined, and lethal with beauty:
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Kairo Rhen, 35.
6’2 of sharp muscle and colder silence like a monster in a tailored Armani suit, he moved like a storm disguised as a man—refined, restrained, and ruinously composed.
His face was a sculptor’s obsession: chiseled jaw, Roman nose, high cheekbones. Hair jet-black, slicked back with quiet arrogance, not a strand out of place. Eyes? Golden-brown. Cold. Calculating. The kind that didn’t look at you—they studied you. Dismantled you.
His voice was low, silk over steel. He didn’t speak often, but when he did, people listened like it was scripture.
And those hands—
Big, veiny, masculine perfection. The kind that could trace a spine or snap it. Long fingers, cool rings, the whisper of control in every movement.
He smelled of espresso, old money, and danger you’d beg to touch.
Kairo Rhen didn’t flirt. He unraveled. He was running late for a urgent meeting and suddenly "Hana SEO" that was the moment she crashed into him.
Literally.
A whirlwind in boots and rolled-up linen sleeves, arms full of canvas scrolls and
delicate sins. Clips flew from her hair like bullets.
She slammed into his chest, dropped everything, and shouted:
“Move, wall!”
He blinked.
“Excuse me?”
She looked up, and he caught it — the mark peeking through her collarbone. But it wasn’t the mark that stunned him.
It was her eyes. Furious. Storming. Alive.
“At least apologize, man mountain,” she snapped.
“I believe you crashed into me,” he replied calmly.
She scrambled for her fallen supplies, a brush rolled beneath his shoe. She tried to yank it back without asking.
“You’re standing on it.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then move.”
He smiled — slow, dangerous.
“Say please.”
She stood, arms crossed. “Please move your ridiculously expensive-looking shoe before I break it.”
He stepped back. “There. Was that so hard?”
She muttered something in Korean under her breath.
“What did you say?”
“That you’re annoying. And tall. And obviously one of those ‘my suits are hand-stitched in Milan’ types.”
“I am,” he replied, without hesitation.
She stared. “Seriously?”
“I like honesty. It’s rare in people who shout at strangers in alleys.”
Then —
GRRRRMMM.
Her stomach growled. Loud. Obnoxiously loud.
Kairo Rhen Marino stopped mid-step. His head turned slowly, gaze cutting, brow raised. “Was that… thunder?”
“Don’t,” she warned, eyes narrowing. “Unless you want to get sued for harassment and emotional damage.”
He didn’t laugh. He just stared.
Unmoved. Impeccably dressed. The kind of man whose silence speaks louder than most people’s screams.
She rolled her eyes. “Relax, Armani. I haven’t eaten since yesterday. The deadlines are murder, and your office espresso tastes like Satan brewed it himself.”
Still no smile. Just a flicker of something in his jaw.
Her nerves twitched. “Oh wow. You really don’t laugh, do you? Do they not allow emotions at your level or is it a... facial muscle issue?”
His lips parted—but not with amusement. With warning.
“You should shut your mouth,” he said quietly. Controlled. Like a knife sliding back into its sheath.
She blinked. “Seriously? You’re that pressed over a little hunger growl and a coffee review? Looking at you, I thought you were the kind of guy who worked with the CEO, but clearly you’re just a walking HR violation in a nice suit.”
He took one step closer. Not rushed. Not loud. Just… intentional.
“You look like this company hides you just to avoid lawsuits,” he said coolly.
“Oh, and you look like your face hasn't cracked a smile since birth.”
His eyes narrowed. Not playful. Just sharp.
Just then, a voice called out from behind him, “Sir! We’re running late. Ma’am’s waiting—this way, please.”
Kairo didn’t move immediately. He turned his head just enough to reply, low, to her alone.
“I don’t have time to argue with people like you. But if I did…”
His eyes flicked down to her badge.
“I’d make sure you regretted opening that mouth.”
He adjusted his cuff.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone who calls me a wall. See you soon… Miss Seo.”
She straightened. “Yes, you are. Mr. Sophisticated Brick Wall,” she called after him loudly and turned away like she’d won.
Then her colleague grabbed her arm. Face pale. Voice trembling.
“Are you insane? That’s Kairo Rhen Marino. My boss’s boss. The company’s biggest investor. If anything goes wrong, you're the one they’ll bury.”
Her stomach turned to stone.
She’d roasted that man? Mocked him to his face? And he didn’t yell. Didn’t argue.
Just said see you soon.She looked like she might throw herself into the nearest canal.
Because that wasn’t a man who forgot things.
That was a man who remembered everything.
And he was coming for her.
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End of Chapter —1♡.
