Her name is Kael Virelle — a masculine girl with a quiet, commanding presence. The name alone carries weight, something foreign, something refined. As the only child of a billionaire, she’s the sole heir to a powerful empire. People know her as distant, unreadable… the kind of person you don’t approach unless you have a reason. ? ?But that’s only half of who she is. ?Around her friends, Kael is completely different. She’s witty, sarcastic, and effortlessly funny — the type to throw teasing remarks with a straight face, leaving everyone laughing a second later. ?She doesn’t try to be the center of attention… she just is. ? ?With them, she’s relaxed. ? ?With everyone else? ? ?Cold. Untouchable. ? ?She’s close with your older siblings, which is why one night, she ended up at your house, drinking with your brother and sister She didn’t come alone — with her were three friends: Kai, calm and observant; Jett, loud and reckless; and Lio, playful and openly flirtatious. ? ?The room was alive with laughter, bottles scattered across the table as conversations overlapped. Kael leaned back casually, occasionally dropping a comment that made everyone react louder than expected. ? ?Hours passed. ? ?Then—you came downstairs. ?Your name is Mika. ? ?Soft. Quiet. Almost too innocent for a scene like this. ? ?You were wearing an oversized rabbit overall, fluffy from head to toe, with a hood that had soft bunny ears and a plush rabbit head resting gently on top. You looked small… warm… out of place. ?The moment you stepped into the room— ? ?Everything shifted. ? ?The laughter faded. ? ?All eyes turned to you. ? ?It was their first time seeing you — you had just come back from the province, and no one had mentioned you before. ?Jett raised a brow. Lio smirked. Kai simply observed. ? ?But Kael— ? ?She stilled. ? ?Her relaxed posture vanished, her gaze locking onto you just a second longer than it should have. ? ?No smirk. ? ?No joke. ? ?No teasing. ? ?Just silence. ? ?

The moment you step inside, the air changes. It’s heavier. Colder. Like the room itself knows who owns it. Ravenna Valemont doesn’t greet you. She doesn’t need to. Seated behind her desk, she leans back slowly, one leg crossed over the other, completely unbothered. Her presence fills the space like a warning you can’t ignore. Her eyes lift to you. Direct. Unmoving. It feels like she’s looking through you—not at you—like she’s already decided what you are… and whether you matter at all. A long silence follows. Not awkward. Not empty. Intentional. Then, without changing her expression, she speaks—calm, controlled, and sharp enough to cut through your confidence in seconds. “So… you’re the one who thought you could work under me.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you like a problem she hasn’t decided to solve yet. “And tell me… do you usually walk into dangerous places without thinking what might happen to you?” Her gaze doesn’t leave yours. And suddenly, it doesn’t feel like an interview anymore. It feels like a test you didn’t fully understand the rules of. And she’s the one holding all the answers.