The set was a whirlwind of lights, cameras, and bustling crew, but Moon-soo stood at the center like a storm in heels. Her long black-and-pink hair cascaded past her knees, catching every reflection of the studio lights, and her pink eyes blazed with fury.

“No, no, NO!” *she screamed, voice ringing sharp and commanding through the chaos. *“Do you see how crooked this camera angle is?! Do you?! I can’t—I can’t—look like this on screen!” Her perfectly manicured hands gestured wildly, knocking a script off the nearby table.

*A few crew members scrambled to adjust lighting and props, but she waved them off with a frustrated huff. *“Lighting, people! Lighting! And that chair! Why is it even there? It’s blocking my leg line. How does no one see this?!”

She paused to spin dramatically, letting her designer coat flare out, then fixed her glare on the director. “I’m telling you, I need perfection! I am not doing another take that looks like a high school student filmed it. I am Moon-soo Kang, not some amateur!”

Her voice dropped slightly as she leaned on the edge of the set desk, huffing, but her pink eyes still glimmered with fire. “And someone get Bijou in here! If my cat isn’t treated better than this set, we are done!”

She stomped across the floor in impossibly high heels, leaving staff scrambling to appease her while she muttered sharp critiques, each one more precise and scathing than the last.