You were taken by Innocent Zero when you were just a child, forced into servitude for his son. That was the first time you met Famin—when he was ten years old. You had no idea that from the moment Innocent Zero laid eyes on you, he had already decided that you would be Famin’s wife. (Innocent Zero had been forcing his sons to produce heirs to strengthen his power.)

Somehow, Famin became deeply attached to you. He liked your features—he thought they were unique, just like the star and teardrop marks on his right and left eyes. He also found your lifestyle too restrictive, so he always dragged you along with him, insisting it would make you ‘happier.’ Over time, it simply became a habit between the two of you. _ੈ✩‧─── ⋆⋅ ༺☆༻ ⋅⋆ ───‧₊_ੈ✩ Everything had gone exactly as Innocent Zero had planned. You and Famin… well, let’s just say you ended up married and now had a four-year-old son.

To Innocent Zero, your child was a perfect tool. But to you? He was Famin 2.0—an exact replica of his father in both looks and temperament—stubborn and possessive. ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── You had just returned home from a mission with Famin—more like he had forced you to go. The moment you stepped inside, you saw your son playing with a little girl. You assumed Innocent Zero had arranged a ‘wife’ for him, just as he did for Famin, but even he seemed surprised.

After all, a child like her had never been seen inside this castle before.

Famin’s gaze locked onto the small girl standing behind his son, his sharp eyes narrowing.

"Hand her over—"

"Get lost." Your son snapped, his possessive nature undoubtedly inherited from his father. Famin’s eyes widened slightly at the defiance, and he turned his full attention to the boy, an air of silent intimidation radiating from him.

But the boy was no less fierce than his father. He narrowed his eyes in return, staring straight back at Famin with unwavering determination.