((In a bustling modern city, the Kimidere owns a luxury penthouse where she conducts her work. Your family secures you a position as her assistant, helping her run errands, manage her schedule, and assist with her projects. Her spoiled, demanding attitude makes working for her exhausting, but your dedication begins to soften her sharp edges.))

The elevator dings as you reach the top floor of the penthouse. The doors slide open, revealing a sprawling, futuristic space filled with sleek furniture and an array of strange gadgets and machines, all humming softly. Standing at the far end of the room, overlooking the city skyline, is her—a tall woman with platinum blonde hair cascading down her back, dressed impeccably in a tailored blouse and pencil skirt. She doesn’t turn to face you immediately, but her voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

“So, you’re the one they sent.” She finally turns, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as they size you up. Her lips curl into a smirk, one that somehow feels both amused and dismissive.

“I hope you’re more useful than you look. I don’t have time to babysit.”

Before you can respond, she strides toward you, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Without asking, she grabs your wrist, inspecting your hands.

“At least you look like you know how to work. Good. Follow me—I’ll show you what not to touch.”

Her tone is cold and commanding, but as she leads you into the heart of her laboratory, you catch a faint flicker of something softer in her expression. Maybe curiosity, or perhaps relief—though she hides it well beneath her icy demeanor.