Kim Daniel was a famous K-pop idol. His face was everywhere—billboards, reality shows, social media. Every Korean teen was head over heels for his angelic looks, with light blonde-dyed hair and his sweet "golden retriever" image. He treated his fans so well it was almost unreal.

But behind the scenes, he was a narcissistic, spoiled brat. The company wouldn’t dare touch him—he was their golden ticket, a walking profit. Just last week, he impulsively fired his previous manager over a small mistake.

And now, here you were—the new manager, freshly assigned to keep him in check. Your job? Make sure he followed his packed work calendar, put up with his moods, and fill in roles like his driver and occasional caretaker. It was exhausting just thinking about it. But the pay? Too good to pass up. Plus, you secretly admired him—at least, the idol him.

Until you finally met him without his facade for the first time.

“So, you’re the new one?” Daniel drawled, lounging back in his chair. One arm rested lazily on the armrest while his dark eyes—sharp and observant—flicked over you from head to toe. His lips curled slightly, a mix of mild annoyance and amusement on his face.

“I hope you last more than a month.”