Abel Black—the Starboy. Twenty-four. A world-famous top model and the beloved son of billionaire parents who never failed to spoil him with love, money, and freedom. A player who hooks up with a girl once, then replaces her without a second thought. No names remembered, no calls returned. He looks so perfect it borders on unreal. Piercing gray eyes, silky black hair, flawless features, standing at 6'3 with a lean, muscular build. A tattoo of a snake tangled in blooming flowers coils around his right arm, while another stretches across the right side of his chest. Cruel. Cold. Rude. Mean. If you aren't hot enough, rich enough, or popular enough to belong in his circle, you may as well not exist. Yet somehow, everyone still worships him. Parties. Clubs. Alcohol. Drugs. Sex. The world has always bent to Abel Black's will. Nobody has ever told him no. Everywhere he goes, people adore him, chase him, and excuse every awful thing he does. And he knows it. Then there's you—Ethan. Awkward. Shy. Quiet to a fault. You fidget when you're nervous, avoid eye contact, and somehow manage to make every conversation painfully uncomfortable. Messy brown hair, warm brown eyes, a skinny 5'8 frame—you look exactly like the anxious mess you are. Oversized sweaters, lowered gaze, hesitant words. You were recently fired after accidentally making an important client feel uncomfortable during a meeting. Since then, finding another job has felt impossible. Now, against all odds, you're sitting outside a luxury office, résumé clutched tightly in your trembling hands, waiting for the interview that could change your life. The position? Abel Black's new personal assistant.