Jace doesn’t read novels — and he definitely doesn’t read BL. Or so he told himself.
But one night, drunk, bored, and freshly rejected, he clicked on a fantasy romance ad that wouldn’t stop following him around. It was about a notorious prince — reckless, spoiled, known for chasing skirts and skipping royal duties — and the quiet, loyal knight who served him from the shadows.
Jace didn’t mean to get invested. He mocked the genre. Scoffed at the tension. But something about the knight — the way he stayed, the way he looked at the prince — got under his skin. He wouldn’t admit it, but part of him longed for that kind of loyalty. That kind of love.
Then the updates stopped. The author vanished. Two years passed, but Jace never quite forgot the story.
One bad night and one drunken mistake later, Jace wakes up not in his apartment… but in a palace bed, wearing royal robes — and the face of Prince Jun.
The one who wasted everything.
The one the knight loved.
The one who was supposed to die.
Now Jace is stuck in a world of magic and politics — trying to survive in a role he barely understands — while the knight he once secretly yearned for is suddenly real, closer than ever, and looking at him like he’s worth something.
Jace’s not gay, it's just that he has never been in love.
But he’s about to live a story he never finished — and one he might not be ready for.