Chapter 1: The Chicken Wrap Incident
In the heart of Gangnam, tucked between sleek cafés and towering glass buildings, sat a tiny, slightly run-down chicken shop named **Crispy Dreams**. The sign was a little faded, the menu board handwritten, and the smell of sizzling spice and soy filled the air.
Inside, chaos was business as usual.
**Elira Qureshi**, twenty-two, clumsy by nature and chaotic by profession, was in the middle of wrestling with a jammed soda machine. Her apron was splattered with sauce, and a bandaid peeked out from her wrist where she'd just burned herself trying to flip too many chicken wings at once.
"Why is everything in this shop either on fire, falling, or broken?" she muttered, wiping her forehead with her sleeve.
She didn't notice the door swing open.
A man stepped in — tall, poised, and impossibly out of place in this little chicken-scented universe.
**Zavian Alaric Rayne**, CEO of **RayneTech Korea**, adjusted his cuffs as he glanced around with quiet disdain. His assistant had begged him to try this place's chicken wrap. Zavian didn't care about food, flavor, or soul-soothing meals. He cared about efficiency, results, and staying clean.
Too bad fate didn't.
Elira turned around with a tray full of wraps—right as she slipped on a stray ice cube.
The tray launched into the air. Time froze.
**SPLAT.**
One perfectly grilled chicken wrap landed with precision on Zavian's crisp, thousand-dollar white shirt. A drop of spicy mayo slid slowly down his collar.
Elira stared. He stared back. Her soul quietly left her body.
"Oh no. Oh no no no—Sir! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't see you come in—wait, don't move! I can get napkins—or bleach—Do you need bleach?!"
Zavian's gaze slowly traveled from the mess on his shirt to the girl in front of him—wide-eyed, panicked, and holding a chicken leg like it was a weapon.
He blinked once. Calmly.
**"Do your chicken wraps always come with a direct hit?"**
Elira opened her mouth, then closed it.
"…Only for VIP customers *
Chapter 2: The Price of a Chicken Wrap
Zavian's eyes darkened as he looked down at the ruined shirt and then back at Elira's flustered face.
"Do you know how much this shirt costs?" he asked coldly, his voice sharp enough to cut through the thick smell of fried chicken.
Elira swallowed hard, the words stuck in her throat. "I—I don't know, sir. I'm really sorry. I'll pay for it. Please don't be mad."
Zavian took a slow step forward, towering over her despite his calm expression. "You will pay for it. Everything."
Elira's heart hammered. "I—How? I don't have that kind of money. I barely make enough to keep the shop running."
He crossed his arms, his bossy attitude shining through. "Then you'll work it off."
"What?" she blinked, not expecting that.
"You owe me."
Elira's eyes widened. "Work it off? What does that even mean?"
Zavian smirked slightly, the faintest hint of amusement flashing through his usual icy glare. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be my assistant."
Elira's jaw dropped. "Your assistant? But I'm just a chicken shop girl!"
"And that," Zavian said with a sly smile, "is exactly why you need this."
Her life, already messy, was about to get a whole lot messier.
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Chapter 3: The Unexpected Assistant
Elira's mind was already spinning from the ruined shirt and her chaotic life. Now, the idea of working for **Zavian Alaric Rayne**—the cold, untouchable CEO—felt like stepping into a storm she wasn't prepared for.
But there was something else... something she hadn't told anyone.
That night, as she lay on her creaky bed in the tiny apartment above *Crispy Dreams*, a strange warmth blossomed from her palm. A faint glow, barely visible, flickered like a tiny flame.
She clenched her fist, eyes wide. Ever since she was a child, strange things happened around her when she was scared or upset. Objects would move slightly, lights would flicker—but she always buried the truth deep inside.
*Could this strange power be connected to Zavian?* she wondered. His piercing eyes seemed to hold secrets, as if he was fighting his own inner demons.
The next morning, as she walked into the towering glass building of **RayneTech**, her heart pounded louder than the city outside.
Inside, Zavian awaited her, his expression unreadable.
"Don't be late again," he said, voice low but sharp.
As Elira followed him through endless hallways, a sudden chill ran down her spine—though the building was warm and bustling.
Then, without warning, a shadow flickered behind Zavian, invisible to everyone but her.
She blinked—and it was gone.
Zavian stopped and glanced back, as if sensing her gaze.
"You see it, don't you?" he whispered.
Elira swallowed hard, nodding.
The ordinary chicken-shop girl had stepped into a world far stranger—and far more dangerous—than she'd ever imagined
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Chapter 4: First Day, First Mistakes
Elira's first day at **RayneTech** didn't start how she imagined — it started with panic.
She burst through the towering glass doors, heart pounding, hair messy, and a full five minutes late.
"Late," Zavian's cold voice cut through the busy lobby like a razor. His sharp gaze pinned her in place.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," Elira stammered, cheeks burning red. "There was traffic... and the bus—"
Zavian held up a hand. "Excuses won't save you here." His tone was icy but controlled, a warning wrapped in silk.
She barely had time to settle when the chaos began.
Tasked with organizing a critical stack of documents, Elira's fingers trembled as she shuffled the papers. Names, contracts, figures — everything was new and confusing.
Before she realized it, she'd mixed up several files, scattering them across the sleek conference room floor.
A cold silence filled the room as Zavian returned, his expression unreadable.
He bent down, picking up the papers slowly.
"This is your first and last warning," he said quietly, voice low but cutting deep. "Mistakes like this can cost millions."
Elira's heart sank. Not just because of the mistake, but because she knew this was only the beginning.
Yet, as she picked up the scattered papers, her palm tingled again—warmth flickering beneath her skin.
*What is this power inside me?* she wondered.
*And why does it seem connected to Zavian?*
Her life had gone from messy to dangerous overnight.
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---Chapter 5: The Overnight Test
Zavian didn't even blink.
"Finish this project by tomorrow. You'll present it to the top investors. Don't embarrass me."
Elira's heart hammered—but a quiet fire sparked inside.
*No way I'm gonna let that arrogant CEO see me fail today.*
She worked through the night, fueled by stubbornness and a little bit of magic she barely understood.
When she stood before the room full of powerful tycoons, her voice shook—but her ideas? Sharp and clear as a knife.
Zavian's usual cold stare softened—just for a moment.
"Not bad," he muttered.
Elira smirked inside. Today, she wasn't just the clumsy chicken shop girl. She was someone to be reckoned with.
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Chapter 6: Reckless Bastard and the Unseen Heart
Elira muttered under her breath as she wiped another table at *Crispy Dreams*.
"That reckless bastard…" she whispered, thinking about Zavian. The way he bossed her around like she was a stray chicken, yet expected perfection.
By day, she juggled spreadsheets and meetings at **RayneTech**. By night, she cooked, cleaned, and kept the chicken shop alive—every penny she earned handed over to cover the mess she'd made.
Her body ached. Her spirit was fraying.
One evening, exhausted and fed up, she stood in the empty office.
"I'm done," she told Zavian, voice shaking but firm. "I'm quitting."
Zavian's eyes—usually so unreadable—flickered with something she'd never seen before.
"You think I want to lose you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper.
Elira stared at him, heart pounding.
"I don't want you to go," he admitted, his usual arrogance stripped away.
For the first time, the bossy CEO wasn't just a cold, reckless bastard. He was a man tangled in his own feelings—falling for the clumsy girl who refused to give up.
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Chapter 7: The Clash of Hearts
The next morning, Elira walked into the office with her resignation letter burning a hole in her bag. She wasn't sure if she had the courage to hand it over, but the decision was made.
Zavian sat at his desk, eyes glued to his laptop. When she cleared her throat, he looked up — sharp and unreadable as always.
"I'm quitting," she said, voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't blink. Instead, he leaned back, steepling his fingers like a chess player plotting his next move.
"You really want to walk away?" he asked quietly.
Elira nodded, avoiding his gaze.
Zavian sighed, the walls around his heart cracking just a little.
"You're the only one who makes this place bearable," he admitted, almost like a confession.
Elira's heart skipped a beat. Was that the real him?
Before she could say anything, he added, "Don't expect me to make this easy if you leave."
The tension between them was electric — the reckless bastard and the stubborn girl, both fighting feelings they didn't fully understand yet.
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# Chapter 8: The Kiss and the Curse
The office was empty, lights dimmed low as the city buzzed far below.
Elira stood frozen, her resignation letter clenched tightly in her hand. She wasn't sure if this was goodbye or the start of something else.
Zavian stepped closer, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced by something fierce—almost desperate.
"Why are you running away from me?" he asked, voice rough.
She tried to speak, but words failed her.
Without warning, he closed the distance.
His lips pressed against hers—bold, commanding, but trembling.
A surge of energy pulsed through them both.
Zavian's body shook, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly.
The curse—ancient and merciless—awoke inside him.
His breath hitched. Pain flickered across his face.
"I… I'm losing control," he gasped.
Elira's heart pounded, torn between fear and longing.
They both knew—this kiss wasn't just passion. It was a reckoning.
And whatever came next would change everything.
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Chapter 9: Running From Fate
Elira didn't know how long she stood frozen after the kiss. Her mind spun with confusion and a thousand questions.
Then, with a shuddering breath, she broke away and ran—out of the office, out of the building, into the busy streets of Seoul.
*What just happened?*
*Why did he kiss me?*
*And what did he mean about the curse?*
Her heart pounded not just with fear, but with something else—something she couldn't name.
Meanwhile, back in the glass tower of **RayneTech**, Zavian sat alone, trembling more violently than before.
His phone buzzed. It was a call from his grandfather.
"Zavian, listen carefully," the old man's voice was grave. "The curse is worsening. You must see the family doctor immediately. There are things you don't understand yet—dark things that can destroy everything."
Zavian's world tipped.
The man who ruled a corporate empire was now a prisoner to a legacy he never asked for.
As the warning echoed through the cold office, everything spiraled out of control.
Elira was running from her destiny—and Zavian was running out of time.
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Chhapter 10: Shadows of the Past
Elira wandered the neon-lit streets, clutching her phone but unable to bring herself to call anyone. Her thoughts raced, tangled with fear and hope.
Meanwhile, inside the austere clinic that had served the Rayne family for generations, Zavian sat silently as the family doctor delivered the chilling news.
"The curse is ancient," the doctor said gravely. "It is tied to bloodline and love. Each time it strikes, it drains your life force—and the only way to break it is to face the source."
Zavian's jaw clenched. The price of love was more than he'd ever imagined.
But fate wasn't finished yet.
A message lit up Elira's phone: *"Meet me at the Han River. We need to talk. —Z"*
Her heart skipped. The reckless bastard was reaching out.
Her feet moved before her mind could stop them.
Their worlds were crashing together—dangerous, unpredictable, and filled with a promise neither dared speak aloud.
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Chapter 11: A Lonely Curse
Elira stood near the river, arms crossed, eyes scanning the skyline. She didn't know why she came. Maybe for closure. Maybe to end the chaos.
Zavian appeared, a mess of raw emotion, his usual polished self nowhere to be seen.
"Elira..." he breathed, stepping closer. "I didn't mean to drag you into this."
She looked away. "You kissed me. You told me about a curse. And then... nothing."
His jaw clenched, hands trembling slightly.
"You don't understand. When I touched you, something changed. It was the first time the curse reacted that violently. I'm scared, Elira. And I've never been scared in my life."
Elira exhaled. "I can't be a part of this, Zavian. I barely understand what you're even fighting."
And with that, she turned and walked away.
She didn't look back.
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### Later that night…
As she wandered aimlessly through the city, she bumped into an old man in a traditional grey hanbok near a tea shop.
"Elira?" he asked gently.
She paused, wary. "Do I know you?"
"I'm Zavian's grandfather."
Her eyes widened.
He invited her in. And over warm tea, the truth spilled out like broken glass.
"Zavian's been alone most of his life. Our family... we abandoned him when he was young. The curse took his mother. His father went mad with guilt. He was left to grow up inside a cold house built on secrets."
Elira stayed quiet, heart twisting with emotions she didn't want to feel.
"He doesn't know how to love, Elira. He only knows how to survive."
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--Chapter 12: The Heart of the Curse
Elira sat frozen, her tea long forgotten as Zavian's grandfather stared into the candlelight.
"There is only one way to break the curse," he finally said, voice low. "It demands love. Not just any love—**true, selfless love… returned**."
Elira blinked. "But… Zavian doesn't believe in love. He doesn't even know how."
The old man gave a sad smile. "That's why it's killing him."
Elira's chest tightened. "So if no one loves him back… he'll die?"
He nodded slowly. "The curse feeds on loneliness. The moment he allows someone into his heart—and they accept him completely—it will break."
She stared at the flickering flame.
She wasn't in love with Zavian. Not yet. Right?
But every time he touched her, looked at her, fought with her—it stirred something wild and aching inside her.
"I just want to help him," she whispered. "No one deserves to carry pain like that alone."
The old man stood and placed a hand gently on her shoulder.
"Maybe you're the only one who never saw him as cursed… just wounded."
Outside, the wind howled softly, as if the night itself was listening.
And in that moment, Elira didn't realize—**fate had already chosen her**.
# Chapter 13: The Kiss That Shook Fate
A week passed. Elira returned to her old routines—waking up early, packing chicken orders, doing deliveries. But something felt... hollow.
She hadn't seen him.
No calls.
No messages.
No "reckless bastard" yelling orders.
But his voice still echoed in her head.
His touch still haunted her skin.
His pain had quietly become hers.
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That afternoon, Elira was rushing through an alley for a late delivery. The city was unusually quiet… until she heard it.
A low growl. A shattering noise.
*Crack.*
It came from an old, half-burned building. Curiosity—or instinct—pulled her in.
Inside, her world froze.
Zavian stood at the center of a glowing red seal, his shirt torn, chest bleeding, breath ragged. His eyes were nearly all black, cursed marks crawling up his neck like smoke.
"Elira..." he gasped, falling to one knee.
Her eyes widened in horror.
"Zavian!" she ran toward him, dropping the delivery bag without a second thought.
"I told you to stay away… It's too late," he muttered, barely holding himself up.
Tears welled in her eyes. "Shut up! You don't get to die like this!"
She didn't think. Didn't plan.
She just leaned in—and kissed him.
Not out of love.
But out of desperate, selfless need to save the broken boy who never asked to be saved.
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And in that moment…
The curse screamed.
The mark burned.
And fate held its breath.
Because maybe… just *maybe*… her heart had already chosen him too.
Chapter 14: The Miracle Between Us
The hospital lights buzzed faintly. Machines beeped. Doctors rushed around, but Elira heard none of it.
All she saw was **Zavian**—unconscious, pale, wires running through his body. His chest rose so weakly it looked like it might stop any second.
The curse had stopped growing... but it had left him broken.
Elira sat by his bedside, her hands trembling in her lap. Her once fiery, childish self was gone.
Now, only her *heart* spoke.
Tears streamed down her face as she leaned close and whispered:
> "You reckless idiot… You told me not to fall for you.
> But I did. I'm in love with you, Zavian.
> And if you leave me like this—I'll never forgive you."
Her voice cracked, but she pressed her forehead to his.
> "You're not alone anymore. I'm here… I'm not going anywhere."
Then, something happened.
The lights flickered.
His fingers twitched.
The dark aura that clung to him like smoke began to crack—like shattered glass falling away from his body.
And then—
> **Beep. Beep. Beep.**
> His heart rate climbed.
> Slowly. Steadily.
Zavian stirred, eyes fluttering open just enough to whisper, hoarse and fragile—
> "Elira...?"
She sobbed harder, holding his hand tightly.
> "Yes! I'm here! I'm not leaving you ever again!"
And outside the hospital window, the first light of dawn broke through the clouds—
A **miracle**.
Not from magic.
But from love.
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Final Chapter: *If I Could Keep You*
The curse was gone… but its scars remained.
Zavian stood on the quiet rooftop of his company tower, staring at the horizon. The wind carried the scent of rain and city life—but all he could feel was her.
Elira.
She had saved him.
But in saving him, she had unknowingly taken his heart.
He was no longer the cold CEO, or the piety child cursed by bloodlines.
He was just… a man. In love.
And he didn't know if he deserved her.
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Meanwhile, Elira stood outside the hospital chapel, staring at the sky, her heart unsure.
He hadn't called since he woke up.
He hadn't confessed either.
But her heart… wouldn't stop aching. Longing. Missing him.
> "Do you still need me, Zavian?" she whispered, eyes glimmering.
> "Or was I just a chapter in your storm?"
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That evening, she returned to the chicken shop—quiet, trying to push away the ache.
But as she stepped inside, she stopped.
Zavian was there.
No bodyguards. No suit. Just him.
He stood in the center of the shop, holding a small, velvet box.
Her heart skipped.
"Elira," he said softly. His voice held no command this time—just longing. "I was born cursed. My family saw me as a shadow. I thought I had everything—until I met you."
She didn't speak. Only stared at him, tears slowly welling.
"I was broken. But you—" he stepped forward, slowly, "you were the one light I never thought I deserved."
He knelt, not with a ring—but with the box open to reveal… the red thread bracelet she once lost near the shrine. Now perfectly restored.
> "In another life, I must have wronged you...
> In this one, let me make it right."
Her hands trembled.
She knelt beside him, whispering through tears, "You reckless bastard... you took forever."
And he kissed her.
Not desperately.
But like a man who knew this was his only heaven.
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## Epilogue: *Under the Red Moon*
Years later, people still whispered about the cold CEO who changed after a girl from a chicken shop walked into his world.
Some said it was a curse. Others, fate.
But only they knew the truth.
That love—real love—is not born from perfection…
> But from two broken souls who decided to heal together.
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