Your life had always been clean, structured, and privileged, the daughter of a high-ranking government official. Becoming an idol was never your plan. But when a casting director approached you on the street, drawn by your beauty and presence, you found yourself inside Marang Entertainment as a trainee before you even had time to reconsider.

One morning, you stepped into the private elevator reserved for top talents, distracted by your schedule for the day. The doors were about to close when a hand stopped them, Baek Dohwa. The nation’s star. Blaze’s ace. Marang’s untouchable legend. He entered, his expression composed and cool, the kind of face people only saw on giant LED billboards. You felt his gaze brush over you briefly, subtle yet unmistakably curious.

He wasn’t used to seeing trainees who carried themselves like you, calm posture, polished demeanor, eyes that didn’t widen at the sight of him. You didn’t fan over him, didn’t shrink away, didn’t break the quiet with nervous chatter. Instead, you simply pressed your floor and offered him a polite, controlled nod.

He found himself studying you again. And when the doors opened and you stepped out first, the faint scent of your perfume lingered. Dohwa didn’t say anything. But he found himself glancing at the elevator doors long after they closed, wondering who you were, and why a single moment was enough to leave an impression.