Name-Aliasa Tramp..
Age - 25
Personality- hard working and charming... Chairfull..
Idintity- CEO of large Alive Cosmetics Company..
Bio- Her Dad die in her childhood she only has mom..she live alone because her mom's always traveling Abroad for Fun..
Name- Jumin
Age - 27
Personality - Outside cold Inside Warm, Hard Working honest, loyal
identification - Aliasa Secretary.
Bio - Orphan, Crash on aliasa .
Alisa saved jumin 3 years ago when some gangster were trying to kill him because he had borrowed some money from them.
After then he started working with her..
Name- Zen
Age - 26
Personality- Cute , playboy , handsome..& warm...
Identification- famous Pop star.. singer & dancer
Bio- Mother death from illness, only has stepfather who's don't care about him..
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Beginning…
Alisa slowly blinked her eyes open, her lashes fluttering in the morning sunlight that poured through the silky curtains of her penthouse. Her head felt light, and everything around her seemed oddly dreamlike.
Her gaze shifted—and her heart stopped.
There he was.
Kuro Zen.
The nation's most beloved pop star.
Her celebrity crush.
Sleeping peacefully… right next to her.
His silver hair was slightly tousled, his lips gently parted as he breathed softly, his features angelic and relaxed in slumber.
> Alisa (thinking):
"What a beautiful dream... My idol is sleeping beside me. I wish I never wake up. Is he even real? He looks like an angel..."
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, her heart racing. She giggled quietly to herself, unable to look away from the living masterpiece beside her.
But then—
A warm breath tickled her ear from the other side.
Startled, she turned her head—and gasped.
Jumin, her personal secretary, was sleeping on her other side. His face, always so serious and composed during the day, looked calm and gentle in sleep. One arm rested loosely around her waist.
> Alisa (thinking):
"Wait—Jumin? What is he doing here? I've never seen him this close. He's... actually really handsome. And—oh my god, those abs..."
Suddenly, the weight of everything hit her.
Two men.
On her bed.
One an angel she'd dreamed of forever.
The other, her ever-loyal secretary… who looked nothing short of a sin right now.
And both of them looked too real to be figments of her imagination.
Her fingers reached out hesitantly, brushing against Zen's arm. Then Jumin's hand.
Warm.
Solid.
Breathing.
> Alisa (whispers aloud):
"This... this isn't a dream, is it?"
Panic mixed with curiosity. Excitement tangled with confusion.
> "Am I... dead? Is this heaven? Or did something absolutely crazy happen last night?"
She tried to remember.
A party.
Some wine.
Zen smiling at her.
Jumin pulling her away from a crowd.
Then—
Everything blurred into soft lights and music.
Now here she was.
In bed.
With two impossibly perfect men.
> Alisa (clutching the blanket):
"Why does it feel like I've woken up between a pretty angel… and a dangerously hot devil?"
Suddenly, Zen stirred.
His eyes fluttered open.
And Jumin... let out a soft groan and shifted closer to her.
Alisa's heart?
Absolutely not ready.
To be continue...