Rain poured heavily outside the tall glass windows, washing the city in a blur of grey lights.

Inside a luxurious bedroom that didn’t belong to either of them—

two voices suddenly screamed at the same time.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!”

Aarav and Riyan froze as they stared at each other.

Confusion.

Shock.

Panic.

Then both slowly looked around the room again.

Huge bed. Expensive furniture. Designer curtains. A space too rich to feel real.

Riyan pointed at himself.

“…Okay wait. Why am I wearing silk pajamas?”

He pulled at the fabric like it was a trap.

“…I don’t own anything this expensive.”

Aarav slowly touched his face, then his body.

Everything felt real.

Too real.

A sudden sharp pain hit both their heads at the same time.

“Ah—!”

They staggered back.

And then—

memories flooded in.

Not theirs.

Not from their world.

A novel.

A tragic BL story they had once read.

Two background characters.

Contract marriages.

Cold CEO husbands.

A heroine who changes everything.

And two names that made their blood run cold—

their names.

Silence filled the room.

Riyan’s voice came out weak.

“…We’re inside that novel.”

Aarav didn’t respond immediately.

His face turned pale.

“…No way.”

More memories clicked into place.

They weren’t main characters.

They were disposable spouses.

Used for political marriage contracts.

Then discarded.

Then killed off after the heroine arrives.

Riyan slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

“…I knew reading romance novels at 3 AM would ruin my life someday.”

Aarav grabbed his head.

“This isn’t funny.”

His voice turned serious.

“We are literally side characters who die.”

A knock suddenly echoed outside the door.

Both froze instantly.

The door opened.

Two men walked in.

Tall.

Cold.

Dangerously composed.

Kian.

And Ethan.

The CEO brothers.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

Riyan leaned toward Aarav and whispered:

“…Why do they look like they can bankrupt people with one glance?”

Aarav whispered back:

“…Because they probably can.”

Ethan suddenly let out a small laugh.

Riyan froze.

“…Why is he laughing?”

Kian walked forward calmly and placed documents on the table.

A marriage contract.

Silence.

Riyan picked it up immediately.

He read one line.

And his voice exploded through the room—

“I’M NOT SIGNING THIS!”

The room went completely silent.

Kian’s gaze darkened slightly.

Ethan looked amused instead of angry.

Aarav quickly stepped forward.

“Please ignore him, he doesn’t think before speaking.”

Riyan pointed at the paper dramatically.

“There are RULES in this thing!”

He flipped pages aggressively.

“Act like loving spouses?”

“Attend public events?”

“Smiling clause?!”

“This is prison with luxury furniture!”

Ethan turned his face slightly, as if hiding a smile.

Aarav’s mind worked rapidly.

He remembered the novel’s timeline clearly now.

They were supposed to sign this contract.

Survive temporarily.

Then be discarded when the heroine appeared.

And then—

die.

Aarav swallowed.

“…We sign.”

Riyan whipped around instantly.

“TRAITOR!”

Aarav ignored him.

His voice stayed calm.

“I prefer survival over pride.”

A long silence followed.

Finally, Riyan grabbed the pen with a dramatic sigh.

“…If I die, I’m haunting all of you.”

Ethan replied casually:

“…Noted.”

The signatures were completed.

And just like that—

their fate in this world officially began.

Neither Aarav nor Riyan noticed—

the subtle exchange of glances between the two CEO brothers.

Because something strange was already happening.

From the very beginning…

Kian and Ethan seemed to react too precisely.

Too perfectly.

Almost as if—

they already knew everything the two of them were thinking.

But Aarav and Riyan?

They had no idea.

And that ignorance—

would change everything.

🔥 END EPISODE 1

Morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

Too bright.

Too expensive.

Too quiet.

Riyan sat at the massive dining table, stiff like he was in an interrogation room.

Aarav sat across from him, already looking like he had accepted his fate too early.

In front of them was a full luxury breakfast spread.

They didn’t touch it.

Riyan slowly whispered:

“…Why does breakfast feel like I’m about to be fired from a job I don’t have?”

Aarav didn’t look up.

“…Because rich people food always comes with emotional damage.”

At the head of the table—

Kian calmly drank coffee.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, watching them like he was observing something interesting.

Riyan tried to eat a bite.

Then stopped.

Then stared at the fork.

Then placed it down again.

“…I feel like this fork is judging me.”

Ethan suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Riyan froze instantly.

“…Why is he laughing again?”

Aarav glanced briefly at Ethan.

“…Maybe he just laughs randomly.”

But Aarav noticed something strange.

Ethan’s reactions always came at the wrong time.

Like he was responding to something no one said aloud.

Kian’s eyes shifted toward Aarav.

Just for a second.

Then away again.

Aarav felt that gaze.

Cold.

Measuring.

Why does it feel like he’s analyzing me instead of looking at me?

Riyan leaned closer and whispered:

“…Do you think they regret marrying us already?”

Aarav answered instantly:

“…I regret everything.”

Silence.

Across the table, Ethan smiled faintly again.

Riyan’s face twisted.

“…Okay. I need an explanation. WHY DOES HE KEEP SMILING LIKE THAT?”

Kian placed his cup down.

The sound was sharp in the silence.

“Eat,” Kian said simply.

Riyan immediately straightened.

“Yes sir.”

Aarav stared at him.

“…You obeyed too fast.”

“I like surviving.”

After breakfast, Kian stood up.

Ethan followed.

Kian’s voice was calm:

“You will accompany us to the company today.”

Riyan blinked.

“…We have jobs now?”

Ethan replied lazily:

“Not jobs. Observation.”

Aarav frowned slightly.

“…Observation?”

Kian looked at him.

“…You will understand your roles soon.”

That answer didn’t feel like reassurance.

It felt like a warning.

Inside the car, silence continued.

Riyan sat in the back, pressed against the seat like it might explode.

Aarav sat beside him, thinking rapidly.

In the novel, they get involved in company affairs slowly…

Then the heroine appears…

Then everything collapses…

His chest tightened.

Riyan suddenly whispered:

“…I miss being unemployed.”

Aarav replied:

“…We were unemployed five hours ago.”

Riyan paused.

“…Good point.”

In the front seat, Ethan glanced at them through the mirror.

A faint smile again.

Riyan whispered immediately:

“…He’s smiling AGAIN.”

Aarav frowned.

“…Stop noticing it.”

Riyan hissed back:

“…IT’S HARD NOT TO WHEN HE LOOKS LIKE HE KNOWS EVERYTHING.”

Aarav froze slightly at that sentence.

Because for a second—

he felt the same thing.

Like Kian… had already predicted their reactions.

Like Ethan already knew what they would say before they said it.

But that was impossible.

Right?

The car stopped in front of a massive glass building.

Kian stepped out first.

Ethan followed.

Before leaving, Ethan glanced back at Riyan.

Just briefly.

Then walked inside.

Riyan slumped back.

“…I think I’m going to die in a luxury office building.”

Aarav exhaled slowly.

“…If we survive the contract, we might survive anything.”

But neither of them noticed—

Kian paused for half a second at the entrance.

As if listening to something only he could hear.

Then he walked in.

And the feeling of being watched never disappeared.

🔥 END EPISODE 2

The company building was terrifying.

That was Riyan’s final conclusion after five minutes inside.

Everything was polished.

Cold.

Perfect.

Employees bowed respectfully as Kian and Ethan walked past.

Meanwhile, Aarav and Riyan followed behind awkwardly like lost children accidentally dragged into a mafia organization.

Riyan leaned toward Aarav.

“…Do rich people breathe differently too?”

“…Please act normal.”

“I am acting normal.”

“You just asked if oxygen is expensive here.”

Riyan looked offended.

“…That was a valid question.”

Ahead of them, Ethan’s shoulders shook slightly.

Like he was trying not to laugh.

Again.

Riyan narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“…Okay. That’s the fourth time.”

Aarav sighed.

“…Maybe he just finds you stupid.”

“That’s so rude.”

They entered a private elevator.

Silence immediately filled the space.

Kian stood calmly near the front.

Ethan leaned casually against the wall.

Riyan stared at the elevator buttons nervously.

There were too many floors.

Rich people had too many floors.

Aarav’s thoughts were racing faster now.

In the original novel, this company becomes the center of everything.

The heroine returns here.

The scandals start here.

And eventually… we die because of this place.

His expression darkened slightly.

Kian glanced at him briefly.

“…You look worried.”

Aarav immediately straightened.

“…Do I?”

“Yes.”

Short.

Direct.

Dangerously observant.

Aarav forced a calm expression.

“…Just adjusting.”

Kian held his gaze for a second longer before looking away.

But somehow that felt even more unsettling.

The elevator doors opened.

The top floor looked less like an office and more like a luxury hotel designed by emotionally unavailable billionaires.

Riyan whispered:

“…I could sell one chair here and retire.”

Ethan finally laughed properly this time.

Low and soft.

Riyan froze.

“…There it is again.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow.

“…What?”

“You keep laughing at weird times.”

“Maybe you’re funny.”

Riyan blinked.

Then looked personally offended.

“…I don’t know if that was an insult.”

Meanwhile, Aarav walked toward the large glass windows.

The city stretched endlessly below.

For a moment, reality finally settled heavily onto his shoulders.

They were really trapped here.

This wasn’t a dream anymore.

Riyan walked over quietly.

“…You okay?”

Aarav exhaled slowly.

“…We need to survive.”

Riyan’s playful expression faded slightly.

Because beneath all the jokes—

they both knew the truth.

In the original story, their characters suffered horribly.

Manipulation.

Public humiliation.

Betrayal.

Death.

And the heroine hadn’t even appeared yet.

Riyan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“…You think we can actually change the story?”

Aarav stayed silent for a moment.

Then—

“…We have to.”

Across the room, Ethan watched them quietly.

Kian stood beside him.

“…They’re hiding something,” Kian said calmly.

Ethan smirked faintly.

“…Definitely.”

“But whatever it is…”

Kian’s gaze shifted toward Aarav.

“…It changed them.”

Meanwhile, Riyan suddenly noticed something terrifying.

There was a massive portrait hanging in the office hallway.

Of Kian and Ethan.

Looking exactly as intimidating as they did in real life.

Riyan stared at it dramatically.

“…Why do they look like final bosses in a crime movie?”

A dangerous silence filled the room.

Aarav closed his eyes slowly.

“…Riyan.”

“…What?”

“…They’re standing behind you.”

Riyan froze.

Completely.

Slowly—

very slowly—

he turned around.

Kian stood there calmly.

Ethan beside him.

Silence.

Then Ethan spoke.

“…Final bosses?”

Riyan’s soul nearly left his body.

“I CAN EXPLAIN.”

Ethan looked far too entertained.

Kian simply adjusted his sleeve calmly.

“…Interesting comparison.”

Riyan immediately looked at Aarav in betrayal.

“…Why didn’t you save me?!”

Aarav sighed deeply.

“…Some people can’t be saved.”

For the first time since transmigrating—

the atmosphere lightened slightly.

But hidden beneath the humor—

something strange continued growing.

Because the CEO brothers kept reacting too perfectly.

Too precisely.

Almost as if…

they were hearing things never spoken aloud.

And Aarav was starting to notice it too.

🔥 END EPISODE 3