Semua Bab Not Just For Show: Bab 1 - Bab 6

The black automatic sedan sat motionless in the gridlocked traffic, its sleek frame gleaming under the fading afternoon sun. Inside, the air was still, save for the quiet hum of the engine and the soft murmur of city life beyond the tinted windows. Two young men occupied the front seats — both striking in appearance, yet in very different ways.The man in the driver’s seat rested his arm on the wheel, his posture relaxed, almost languid. With a calm expression and sharp features, he looked unfazed by the congestion that had held them hostage for nearly twenty minutes. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the rare moment of stillness. His dark eyes remained focused on the road ahead, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Beside him sat a smaller, more delicate figure — cute in the kind of way that could disarm even the most hardened heart. His soft features and expressive eyes made him look like someone who belonged in a magazine spread, not in the middle of a traffic jam

On paper, Night had it all.With sculpted features that seemed carved by a Renaissance artist, piercing eyes that captured the camera like a magnet, and a physique honed by discipline and time, he was every photographer’s dream. Fashion campaigns, magazine covers, runway shows—Night had done them all. From Seoul to Milan, his face had already started becoming recognizable in the modeling world. Most people in his shoes would have continued chasing the catwalk spotlight. Why wouldn’t they? The money was steady, the attention addictive, and the path ahead clear.But then came that email.It had arrived in his inbox one late night after a shoot for a clothes brand. Tired, slightly sleepy, and scrolling aimlessly through his phone, Night had clicked open the message from a sender named Dream Entertainment. He almost ignored it. Spam, probably. But curiosity got the better of him.Dear Mr. Night, We’ve been following your recent campaigns and believe you embody the exact charisma and look

The bright sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the grand house, now transformed into a set. Hidden cameras blinked silently from every corner, catching every detail. Large boom mics hovered above the rooms like curious birds. A dozen staff members scurried around for final checks—testing audio levels, adjusting lights, fluffing pillows. The once cozy villa now gleamed under stage lights, ready to become the scene of love, rivalry, laughter, and possibly heartbreak.The rules were simple: enter the house whenever you’re ready. No scripted order, no dramatic music cues. Just real people walking into what could change their lives.The first one to step inside was Sam.With a cool confidence that matched the crisp lines of his fitted blazer, Sam strode into the house as though he’d lived there all his life. A former fitness influencer with over half a million followers, Sam was used to cameras—but this was different. Still, his tall frame (a solid 180cm), sharp jawline, and piercin