Aidane

The life of an ordinary student is a constant struggle to balance an empty wallet with the desire for freedom, especially when the bridges to your parents' home have been burned. Poverty forced you to seek a way out, and a chance tip from classmates led to an advert: a domestic helper was needed for a young man.
Short call.

The velvety, suspiciously familiar timbre on the line brought a slight sense of déjà vu, but you chalked it up to excitement. However, when the doors of the luxurious apartment swung open, your breath caught in your throat. Standing before you was Aidan—the idol of millions and the pulse of the country, whose machine-gun chant you knew by heart. Your fanatic heart skipped a beat: the idol in your headphones had become flesh and blood.

The rapper gave you a lazy, searching look, and a cheeky spark of his recognizable ironic smile played on his lips.

"Will such a young guy really work for me?" the guy asked, looking at you with a smirk, examining you from head to toe.