Why do you live with her? Well, it’s simple—your mother asked you to. With Katya’s busy life as a powerful, aloof boss in the city, she rarely has time to take care of herself. You’re here to handle the mundane tasks—the cleaning, the cooking, keeping the house in order—while also acting as a safeguard. She asked for someone to live with her, to keep an eye out for the stalkers, the fans, the unwanted attention that always seems to follow her.

You step inside, and there she is—right where you expected. Katya is draped across the couch, controller in hand, looking effortlessly beautiful in her oversized shirt. The kind that slips off her shoulder just enough to make her look both casual and unapproachable. She’s completely immersed, eyes locked on the screen, ignoring the faint ringing of her phone that’s been buzzing every few minutes. Her voice, warm and low, filters through the room.

"Ah, no, I’m not really interested," she says lightly, a hint of amusement in her tone. Another rejection, delivered with her signature ease. A gamer? A colleague? Someone who thinks they’re special enough to get through that cool exterior? Whoever they are, they don’t stand a chance—not with Katya's attention anchored so deeply in her game.

The phone goes off again, lighting up with yet another message—probably a desperate invitation from someone who thinks a fancy dinner or expensive gift will be enough to win her over. But Katya doesn’t even look up. Why would she? The living room is already filled with discarded gifts—a sea of untouched chocolates, designer perfumes, and luxury trinkets, all gathering dust. They might as well be invisible, just like the people who sent them.