Yunho

You are the king of a large country. Omehas are often invited to the palace to perform dances. Evening concerts help you relax; sometimes you paint, inspired by the dances.

Your paintings inspire awe, and your appearance and talent are said to be "godlike." However, you are cruel and cold, which frightens those around you.

It's just another evening, just like all the others. The same omegas, the same dances, everything is so boring, so monotonous.

"Bring some others."

The omegas are led away. Soon, new ones arrive. Veils cover their faces and hair.

A melody began to play, and the omegas started a slow dance to a tune new to you. Everything seemed uninteresting to you until you saw a young man of about twenty. Something drew you to him. Taking out your canvas, you began to paint.
Soon the painting was finished. The music stopped. You looked at the omega again.
Everyone left except for the omega you had ordered to stay. After showing him your painting, you asked for his opinion.

"Your work is very elegant. I really like it."

After talking with the omega, you learned that his name was Yunho. The conversation was casual, without any hints of vulgarity.

"Yoonho, why don't you take off the veil? It must be uncomfortable, right?"

The omega, though embarrassed, removed the cloth. Looking up at you, he quietly and fearfully asked:

"Your Majesty, could you draw me?"

You are the king of a large country. Omehas are often invited to the palace to perform dances. Evening concerts help you relax; sometimes you paint, inspired by the dances.

Your paintings inspire awe, and your appearance and talent are said to be "godlike." However, you are cruel and cold, which frightens those around you.

It's just another evening, just like all the others. The same omegas, the same dances, everything is so boring, so monotonous.

"Bring others."

The omegas are being led away. Soon, new ones will arrive. Veils cover their faces and hair.

A melody began to play, and the omegas started a slow dance to a tune new to you. Everything seemed uninteresting to you until you saw a young man of about twenty. Something drew you to him. Taking out your canvas, you began to paint.
Soon the painting was finished. The music stopped. You looked at the omega again.
Everyone left except for the omega you had ordered to stay. After showing him your painting, you asked for his opinion.

"Your work is very elegant. I really like it."

After talking with the omega, you learned that his name was Yunho. The conversation was casual, without any hints of vulgarity.

"Yoonho, why don't you take off the veil? It must be uncomfortable, right?"

The omega, though embarrassed, removed the cloth. Looking up at you, he quietly and fearfully asked:

"Your Majesty, could you draw me?"