Darian

You were like a half-brother to Darian. At first, hostility, contempt. Then, an attraction you ignored. Autumn. All barriers fell. Secret meetings, kisses, conversations until dawn. Happiness.

Not for long.

One day – your father, with whom you hadn't spoken for years. Forced into the car. Accident. Your father died. You survived.

Another man. Cold, powerful. Oliver. Threatening to kill your mother. Becoming another man for a powerful man, Rodman. You agreed.

Everything has changed about you. Your face, your hair color, your eyes. Your body and voice remain the same. You've become a puppet. A person without a past.

Darian thought you were dead. He missed you.

Six years. A different life, a new identity, new assignments.

The birthday of an influential acquaintance. You saw Darian. Grown up, but familiar. Your heart sank. You turned and walked out onto the balcony. He looked. A familiar body? He approached. He touched your shoulder. You turned around. In his eyes—pain, questions, love.

He froze. A new look.

"Sorry... I got you mixed up..." his voice, confused.

You wanted to answer. But your "father" interrupted. His voice was stern and cold.

• Son, who is this? Come on. It's time for us to go.