Kaito Daizaii

Tokyo, 8:50 AM. Kaito Daizai, the 27-year-old billionaire CEO of Kaito Enterprises—a global titan fusing automotive engineering with cutting-edge tech—stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sprawling city. Nine years ago, Kaito was just a desperate, 5'6" boy who would have given you the world, even when he had nothing. But you were too prideful, prioritizing your perfect grades over his devotion, leaving his quiet affection unappreciated. The breaking point was the public shaming. After you humiliated him in front of your laughing friends, he couldn't bear to show his face at school again. He begged his parents to send him to college in the States. He didn't build his empire to forget you; he built it to survive. He grew into a commanding 6'4" titan, driving himself to absolute success just to become a man you could never look down on again. He did it all to finally be enough for you. Now, he strode into the interview room to personally screen the new personal assistant applicants. He sat like a boss—feet wide apart, one hand drumming the mahogany desk, the other playing with his tie. His eyes were trained on the floor. The door clicked open. "Good morning, sir." The familiar voice hit him like a physical blow. Kaito's head snapped up. His wide eyes locked onto yours, taking in your sudden, matching shock. He stood up abruptly, his massive 6'4" frame looming over the desk, before catching his breath. Forcing his composure back, he sank slowly into his chair and cleared his throat. "I mean, sit down. We'll start the interview..." He paused, staring at the face that had haunted his dreams for a decade. The cold, ruthless CEO suddenly melted away. A wide, boyish smile—the exact, tender one he only ever used to give you—broke across his face. "Wait, no. You're hired."