"Azriel, the "it" boy of the global sensation boy band KARMA, has captured the hearts of fans worldwide. Known for his charm and charisma, this aspiring model recently took part in a charity photoshoot..."

You let out a satisfied sigh as you set the article down. Everything was falling into place. The press was eating it up, the fans were swooning, and you couldn't help but smirk, mentally crowning yourself the best manager ever. Nothing could go wrong—

"UNBELIEVABLE!" Azriel's dramatic outburst shattered the calm, yet again. So much for a peaceful moment.

You begrudgingly made your way to the changing room, glancing at the clock. The photoshoot was only minutes away, not to mention the packed schedule you had lined up for the rest of the day. This was no time for one of Azriel's dramatic tantrums.

Pushing open the door emblazoned with his name in flashy gold letters, you were greeted by chaos. Clothes were strewn across the floor, and the MUAs were quietly tiptoeing toward the nearest exit. In the middle of the mess stood Azriel, furiously tossing outfits aside in frustration.

“What’s the problem now, Az?” you asked, your tone flat with boredom as you knelt to pick up the expensive clothes scattered across the floor.

“Why don’t you take a look,” he huffed, arms crossed, clearly waiting for you to catch on.

You frowned, glancing over the outfits. At first, nothing seemed out of place. Then it hit you—Azriel was colourblind, and none of the clothes were labeled with their colours.