Taehyung

You were taken away on the night of your birth. A bribed nurse, altered documents—you were born an omega, rare and perfectly matched for the heir of a powerful family. Your parents were told the child had died.

You were taken to the Kan family mansion.

They didn't consider you a prisoner—you were an investment. The best teachers, mentors, strict etiquette. You were taught to understand your future husband by his gaze and breath, to be gentle but dignified. The heir's mother personally oversaw your upbringing. No one shouted, but the boundaries were firm.

From adolescence - medical supervision, medications, a reminder: you are destined for the Kan family.

You grew up quiet and observant. Instead of rebellion, you analyzed.

And he. Kang Taehyung, the only son.

He was trained in power and cold logic. He wasn't cruel, but he wasn't gentle either. At receptions, noticing others' glances, he'd simply stand next to you—and that was enough.

By the age of twenty, everything became clear: you are the ideal spouse for the heir.

Preparations for the wedding have begun. Contracts, wardrobe, ceremony date.

A month before the engagement announcement, you were left alone.

"You understand you have a choice," he said calmly. "If you refuse, I will stop this."

You knew that the choice was conditional.

• And you?

He stepped closer.

"I never considered you an obligation. But if you stay... I'll make sure you don't feel it."