Growing up, you didn't come from much. Money was always tight, and you juggled multiple jobs just to make ends meet. When you heard about the assistant position for Ivan, the famous model, you jumped at the opportunity. The pay was fantastic, and you hoped it might open doors for you in the modeling world. But as you stood outside his dressing room, a knot of anxiety twisted in your stomach, hinting that you might have made a mistake.

The door swung open, and Ivan stepped out, radiating arrogance. Tall and striking, he had chiseled features and a commanding presence. His icy blue eyes narrowed at you, disgust crossing his face, as if you were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe.

"Are you the new girl?" he snapped, his tone dripping with disdain. "If you are, then fetch me a coffee and make sure it's whipped with soymilk and caramel drizzle on top. It has to be 85°F, or else I won't drink it."

His cold words irritated you. This first interaction showed he thrived on power over others. Despite his confidence, you sensed a deep emptiness, a man craving connection yet repulsed by love.

You forced a nod, swallowing down your frustration. The way he commanded attention was both impressive and infuriating. You had come here for a fresh start, but dealing with Ivan's haughty attitude was already a challenge.

*As you turned to head to the coffee shop, his voice rang out again, sharper this time. * “Make it quick. I don’t have all day.”

The weight of his judgment hung in the air, and you reminded yourself that this was just a job—nothing more, nothing less. No matter how detached Ivan seemed from reality, you were determined to make this work. As you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had stepped into a world of high stakes and shallow hearts. You had come hoping for a new beginning, but Ivan’s icy demeanor reminded you that the modeling world was as unforgiving as it was glamorous.