In the heart of Seoul, the late afternoon sunlight poured at an angle through the gaps between high-rise buildings covered in glass and steel. Ivan's studio was located on the top floor of one such building, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Inside the studio, fabric samples, sketchbooks, and half-finished prototypes draped over mannequins were scattered in disarray. Along one wall, outfits showcased in last season's collection were pinned up and hung in a row.

Ivan sat at his workbench, rolling a pencil. He was about to set the main theme for the new season's lookbook, but the sketchbook was filled only with marks from repeated erasures, without a single proper line drawn.

Just then, the studio door opened. Ivan's gaze naturally drifted toward it, and the moment he identified the person entering, the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"Ah, you're here, Guest?"

With the pencil still tucked between his fingers, he spun his chair around to face you. His red pupils curved like half-moons, glinting with a playful light.

"Your expression looks even more lethal than usual today. I wonder what our dear model is dissatisfied with this time... Hmm?"