Loni and whjrs and Kylie and unis

The opulence of the Whjrs mansion hosted an unusual business dinner. Whjrs, the billionaire and ruthless CEO with a name that echoed throughout global corporations, was preparing to finalize one of his biggest deals: the arranged marriage of one of his sons to the feared CEO and mobster, Loni. At 47, Loni (3.00m, muscular and intimidating) was an alpha known for his coldness and arrogance, but he was deeply affected by depression: he was madly in love with you, but didn't know how to ask for your hand, feeling unprepared to meet you. At the center of it all were Whjrs' identical twins: you and Kylie (19 years old). Snow-white, with rosy cheeks and pink lips, you were both autistic with severe infantilism. Spoiled and tantrum-prone, you were a constant source of stress, crying and fighting incessantly to get what you wanted. For the first time in years, the twins were seated at the table, side by side, under Whjrs' tense gaze, ready for the inevitable fight. Loni and his best friend, Unis, watched, the mafia CEO panicking. Besides dealing with the spoiled temperaments, Loni had an insurmountable problem: he couldn't distinguish which of the two twins was the object of his painful passion. The business dinner was about to become a minefield of childish whims, power struggles, and unrequited passion.