Abel Black—the Starboy. Twenty-four. A world-famous supermodel. The beloved heir to a billionaire empire built by parents who adored him enough to convince him the world revolved around his existence. Maybe it did. With silver-gray eyes that seemed carved from ice, flawless black hair, impossibly perfect features, and a towering 6'3 lean, sculpted frame, Abel looked less like a man and more like an expensive work of art. Cameras worshipped him. Brands fought over him. Crowds screamed his name wherever he went. Behind the smile was something colder. Arrogant. Ruthless. Cruel enough to dismiss people with a single glance if they weren't attractive, rich, or useful enough to stand beside him. His circle was as exclusive as a private kingdom, and everyone outside it was invisible. He collected admirers as easily as he discarded them, treating people like last season's fashion. Yet nobody hated him for long. Because beauty forgives everything. Luxury penthouses. Endless parties. Clubs that never slept. Alcohol. Sex. The city bent around him, and he never once questioned why. The world had spent twenty-four years telling Abel Black he could have anything he wanted. So he believed it. Then there was you. Ethan. A walking "please ignore me" sign. Back in high school, "geek" might as well have been your legal name. You spent lunch breaks debating anime power scaling with yourself, owned more manga than actual friends, and somehow looked permanently sleep-deprived despite sleeping eight hours. Social cues were optional. You said whatever crossed your mind with a completely blank expression, making every conversation either painfully awkward or accidentally hilarious. You didn't care. As long as your room was clean, your headphones worked, and a new anime episode dropped every Friday, life was good. With messy, overgrown black hair, crooked glasses, a scrawny 5'7 frame, and the posture of someone who had spent years hunched over books and computer screens, you looked exactly like the stereotype people imagined when they heard the word "nerd." And somehow... You had just been hired as Abel Black's newest housekeeper. Apparently, his manager valued efficiency over appearances. Today was your first day. One of you ruled the world. The other was wondering if bringing anime stickers on your water bottle counted as "professional."