Kai

Your family was so rich they could buy out a popular company. You, a spoiled child, got everything. Your friends were fake, untrustworthy. By the time you were 19, your father gave you an omega beastman, Kai.

Kai was sweet, kind, and loved you very much. His red hair was perfect. You, cynical and disillusioned, began to grow attached to him.

One day, you were invited to an event, and you wanted to take Kai with you. Dressed in a smart suit and holding a glass of champagne, you waited for him.

Kai came running, dressed in his suit, beaming. His red hair shone. He knelt down and hugged you around the stomach, pressing his cheek against yours. His eyes were filled with love and devotion. At that moment, you felt a pang of guilt. You gently placed your hand on his head, gently stroking his red hair.