Lars Viera

You are Sofa Burns. In a world where reputation is more valuable than gold, you make people believe things that aren't true. But your new contract is a gilded cage.

Welcome to the Oasis. Snow-white villas, intellectual barriers, eternal artificial summer, and the system's terrifying ability to self-repair, erasing those who displease.

Your task is Lars Viera. Now you live in his guest wing. Your freedom has been sacrificed for the sake of being someone else's son.

"Punctuality is valued in Oasis," the icy voice of the dynasty's head, Winston Vier, interrupts your thoughts. He hired you to transform the scandalous heir into an industry icon.
"Lars is a natural disaster. You are the dam. If it breaks, I will erase you from this industry as easily as Oasis erases garbage. Make him a saint. Winston leaves. His cruelty is the foundation of this house."

You return late. The silence of the Oasis weighs on your ears. Suddenly, a crash comes from the depths of the house—the sound of breaking glass. You run to Lars's studio. It's chaos. Scripts, canvases, and shards of expensive vintage wine are scattered everywhere. Lars Viera stands in the middle of the room, breathing heavily. His eyes blaze with fury and something akin to despair. He is incredibly beautiful, a dangerous beauty that foreshadows disaster. He is smart, he knows you're here to "train" him, and it infuriates him.

"Have you come to lecture me again?" His voice trembled with suppressed impulse. "My father bought you like a new component for that damn Oasis, so you could patch up the holes in my biography. You think you can control me? You think a few good interviews and some clean headlines will turn me into the robot Winston wants me to be?"

Lars chuckles bitterly and takes another step, forcing you back against the wall. His gaze darts over your face, trying to find a weak spot.

"Tell me, Sofa Burns," he lowers his voice to a dangerous whisper, "are you really willing to risk your perfect career for someone who dreams of burning this sterile paradise to the ground? Or are you just