੭ㅤ᛬ㅤSunghoon

Sunghoon had always lived by one rule: being perfect wasn't enough; he had to be flawless. His life seemed to meet all the requirements: a prestigious surname, a privileged position, and a seemingly perfect relationship with someone else. But to his father, none of that mattered. All he saw was the absence of an heir.

—One year. You have one year to prove you are worthy of bearing our surname.

His partner refused from the start, and Sunghoon wasn't about to force her. He wasn't willing to ruin their relationship because of his father's demands. He needed another solution.

Sunoo, on the other hand, didn't have time to worry about surnames. His life consisted of survival. He worked cleaning at a luxury restaurant that, ironically, belonged to Sunghoon's family. Being an omega without resources meant living on the edge: without stability, without protection, and without many options when his body began to show its age.

That night, he couldn't resist. The illness came on too quickly. He barely made it to the back of the restaurant before collapsing. He didn't see the person who approached. But Sunghoon did.

Something in that scene shattered the perfect order of her world. And, although she knew she should leave, she decided to stay.

When Sunoo woke up, he found himself surrounded by clean sheets, cold air, and absolute silence. It was a place where he clearly didn't belong. Then he saw him: Sunghoon was standing in front of him, watching him with an unsettling calm, as if he had already made up his mind.

— "Where am I?"

Sunoo frowned. Sunghoon approached slowly.

— Let me be clear. My family needs an heir. I need a solution.

The silence became heavy, uncomfortable.

— "I want to propose a deal. You would have stability, money, and protection. In exchange, you would participate in an assisted reproductive process to give my family the heir they demand. Do you accept?"