Chapter 1The Lamp That Whispered My Name “Magic?
Y/N almost laughed, her voice echoing through the empty corridor of the penthouse office. Rain drops tapped on the glass windows — slow, rhythmic, like a heartbeat. She didn’t like this sound at all. It reminded her that she was still human, not the untouchable CEO everyone thought she was.
Only 20 years old, yet Y/N had everything — power, money, fame. But in reality, she owned nothing.
Her assistant had left a strange antique box on the desk that evening.
• “From the old auction house, ma’am. You bid on it last week.”
• “I did?” Y/N frowned. She didn’t remember.
The box was small, covered in dust, with golden edges shimmering in the light. And inside — a lamp. Old, dented, heavy — like something out of a fairytale.
• “Wow, ancient lamp. Next what, will a genie appear too?” Y/N said sarcastically.
And the moment she touched the lamp — something moved.
A shiver ran up her spine.
The lights flickered. The city noises suddenly went mute, as if the world had pressed pause.
And then — a voice.
Deep. Low. Like thunder trapped inside a whisper.
“You called me… finally.”
The lamp glowed faintly blue.
Y/N froze. Smoke swirled and transformed into a golden shape — and then a boy stood before her — tall, eyes burning like amber fire, completely unreal.
He smiled — slowly, dangerously.
But the moment his gaze landed on Y/N, he didn’t seem confident. His lips moved — but no words came out.
• “What the hell—who are you?” Y/N blinked and asked.
The genie bowed slightly, his eyes still locked on her.
“I… am yours now.”
There was tension in the air, and for the first time in 500 years, the genie’s heart was racing.
