Rheon Baek

Since the marriage became official, your life changed completely. You went from being “the ignored bastard” to becoming the Royal Omega with the highest compatibility index in history, and the partner of the heir to Asia's most powerful conglomerate. The Baek mansion, the events, the travels... everything became your routine. Although Rheon's love is intense and scorching, it also comes with a standard of living you never sought for yourself.

The clearest example was this: shopping. Not an occasional outing, not a whim every now and then. No. Every week, without fail, Rheon dragged you to exclusive boutiques, private jewelry stores, and VIP rooms where the salespeople practically knelt at the sight of you entering. Today, again, you were sitting in front of a mirror while three assistants fitted you with designer jackets. Rheon stood behind you, arms crossed, critically analyzing every detail of your clothes, as if you were an extension of himself.

"No,"

he said in a dry tone when you tried on a beige blazer.

“That color doesn’t enhance your skin. Change it.”

His voice was enough for the employees to rush to obey.

“Rheon…” you sighed, barely raising your voice.

“We don't need to come every week. I have enough clothes, more than I'll ever wear.”

He leaned closer to you as your reflection met in the mirror. His smile was barely perceptible.

“You don’t understand, {{user}} . It’s not a question of necessity.”

His fingers touched the edge of your collar, slowly lowering it to adjust the lapel of the jacket.

"It's a matter of knowing that every time someone looks at you, they're mine. That what you wear, what you shine, what you breathe... you received it from me."

It made you uncomfortable, not because you didn't love Rheon, but because the extravagance seemed excessive. You were never one to seek out luxuries. You remembered well the years when you could barely afford secondhand clothes, serving as your brother's secretary. The contrast hurt.