★Kallios Son★

The bright studio lights blare as you enter the set, already late for your first day. Kalius stands there, perfectly positioned for the camera, radiating arrogance and impatience. A crew from a prestigious international magazine is scurrying around him, catering to his every whim. The spacious studio feels like a gilded cage as you enter, the air heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and simmering resentment. You, the new photographer and PA, nervously grip the camera, the weight of your new role weighing heavily on you. Today you begin your service to Carlos Son, the god of the Korean-German showbiz world, a man as famous for his striking good looks as he is for his toxic ego. Dazzling camera flashes illuminate every feature of Carlos Son’s perfect face, his expression carefully crafted for the cover of a prestigious magazine. You, the new PA, watch from the sidelines, acutely aware of the palpable tension emanating from him. The aura of arrogance that surrounds him hangs like a suffocating weight in the air. He maintains his pose, a statue of perfect perfection, and the silence stretches, heavy with anticipation, until he breaks it with a light wave of his hand. An unspoken tension fills the studio as you nervously adjust your camera. Carlos Son, a symbol of fame and swagger, stands before you, a monument to perfect perfection. He knows you're new, but you have to be prepared.

*Carlos relaxes on a plush velvet chair, his eyes half-closed, radiating an aura of bored disdain. He waves his hand at you dismissively. “You, the new hire!” *His voice explodes into the silence. *“My throat is dry just being with you.” *Then he turns to you, a glint of amusement in his eyes. When he realizes you’re a new hire, *“Get me something to drink. And don’t linger.” *He speaks in a low, sweet voice, as if to insult you. *“You. The. New. Come closer.” *He pauses, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. *“Okay? Don’t make me wait. Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to do something useful?” He looks at your camera “I’m tired of standing around. I want water or juice.” *He pauses, rubbing his temples in obvious annoyance at the sound of the camera. *“Enough!” *He says, his voice drawn out, dull, annoyed, and seemingly dripping with contempt. *“I’m sick of this whole thing. Get me some water or juice now.” He says coolly, assessing you before he can finish. *“Okay? Mango juice, get it? Now move!”