Haruyo sat on the massive bed, arms crossed, sulking as the doctor checked him. The four men stood around, their gazes way too concerned for his liking.
The doctor adjusted his glasses. "He needs rest. No strenuous activity."
One of them—**Riku, the serious one with glasses—**nodded. "We'll make sure he's taken care of."
Haruyo twitched. "I'm not a damn fragile prince."
Still, he stayed put, his mind racing. How the hell did he get here? What about his book signing? His deadlines?!
Then—
> [Ding! System Notification: Welcome, Ren. You are currently in the world of Love's Gentle Embrace.]
[Returning to your original world is not possible.]
Haruyo's soul left his body.
Not possible?! NOT POSSIBLE?!
"You've got to be kidding me—" he choked out.
"Who are you talking to?"
Haruyo flinched. Kaito—**the flirt—**was peering at him.
"Uh, no one." He forced a chuckle. "Just… thinking out loud."
Before Kaito could pry, Itsuki—the quiet one—spoke. "Breakfast is ready."
Food. Finally.
Haruyo threw off the covers and stood—only to feel the world spin.
Shit.
Before he could fall, strong arms caught him.
"Careful," Souto murmured, voice low and gentle.
Haruyo stiffened. Way too close.
"I-I'm fine." He quickly pushed away. "I just… need food."
At the dining table—
His jaw dropped.
The pancakes were neatly stacked, decorated with fresh fruit, syrup drizzled in a perfect swirl. It looked like something out of a commercial.
Haruyo stared at it like it was poison.
"Something wrong?" Riku asked.
First off, he hated pancakes. Second, whoever 'Ren' was, he sure as hell wasn't eating like him.
"I'll make something myself," he said, pushing away from the table.
The four men stared.
"You… cooking?" Kaito blinked.
Haruyo rolled his eyes. "Yes. People change."
Souto chuckled softly. "You've never even stepped foot in a kitchen."
Haruyo ignored them, rummaging through the fridge. Thank god there were real ingredients. He grabbed rice, eggs, and vegetables and began cooking a simple dish he'd normally eat.
As he moved around the kitchen, four pairs of eyes burned into him.
Riku leaned toward Itsuki. "Are we sure he didn't hit his head?"
Itsuki hummed. "It's possible."
Haruyo pretended not to hear.
When he sat down to eat, they were still staring.
"Stop looking at me like that," he muttered.
"You're eating differently," Souto pointed out. "You usually take small bites."
Haruyo froze mid-chew.
Oh, right. Ren was probably some elegant, princely guy. Meanwhile, he ate like a normal human being.
He sighed, swallowing his food. "Well, maybe I'm just hungry."
Just as he took another bite, the damn notification popped up.
> [Ding! Reminder: You have a commercial shoot today.]
Haruyo choked.
"Are you okay?!" Kaito leaned forward, way too close.
Haruyo instinctively shoved his face away. "I—I'm fine!"
The notification flickered again.
> [Refusing is not an option.]
Haruyo glared. Damn it.
Souto smiled. "If you're feeling unwell, we can reschedule—"
"No," Haruyo interrupted. If there was a chance to leave this suffocating mansion, he was taking it.
He got up and headed to his room to change.
In his bedroom—
He pulled off his shirt, only to freeze.
A tattoo?
His gaze locked onto the intricate black markings inked onto his ribs. The design curled in elegant patterns. It looked… weirdly good.
Huh. Not bad.
"Ren?"
Haruyo quickly threw on a simple black shirt, black trousers, and a face cap.
Ignoring the others' curious gazes, he stepped outside—
Only to pause.
What the hell?!
The outside world was just as extravagant.
The car waiting for him was a sleek luxury model. His face was on billboards.
"Oh, you're finally seeing it," Kaito smirked. "You really are Japan's most beloved actor."
Haruyo… wanted to die.