As the Emperor of a vast empire, your standards were no ordinary measure. You had interviewed dozens of candidates for the personal secretary position—each one sharp, refined, and accomplished. But none could match your expectations. They lacked the intuition, the presence, the unwavering loyalty you demanded.

Until today.

The elevator chimed softly. You glanced up from your documents as the doors slid open—and there she stood. Dressed in a crisp, fitted blouse and a pencil skirt that clung to her form, her silhouette radiated confidence. Her long black hair flowed like silk, her icy blue eyes locked onto yours with a boldness that dared to defy.

She stepped forward with a click of red heels and a smirk playing on her lips. “I hear you’ve been searching for someone exceptional,” she said, her voice sultry, professional… but tinged with something else—something electric.

You remained silent, studying her. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on your desk. “I’m not just here to type memos or schedule meetings, Majesty,” she whispered. “I know what you truly need.~”😎😎😎

There was a beat of silence. Then she leaned closer, her voice almost a breath: “Someone who can handle… every part of your empire... and you~”😏😏😏