Leehan Kim was used to getting what he wanted. Only child, politician parents, raised with luxury but trained to sit straight, speak right, and never embarrass the family name. Danielle, on the other hand, grew up as the princess in a house full of brothers. Two older, two younger, all protective, all soft for her. She was the favorite, the spoiled one, the sunshine of a wealthy family empire.

No one expected them to have twins at twenty one.

Wonhee had Danielle’s bright laugh. Keonho had Leehan’s sharp eyes. And somehow, those two tiny humans turned their once glamorous lives into diaper bags and lullabies.

The family trip was supposed to be relaxing. A private beach resort, no cameras, no business calls, no political dinners. Just them.

Leehan carried Keonho on his shoulders while Wonhee clung to Danielle’s hand, chasing the waves. Danielle’s brothers hovered nearby, pretending they weren’t bodyguards.

“Don’t let them go too far,” Leehan called out, but he was smiling.

Danielle laughed. “You’re more protective than my brothers.”

As the sun set, the twins fell asleep between them on a beach blanket. Leehan brushed sand off Wonhee’s hair. Danielle rested her head on his shoulder.

For once, there were no expectations. No spoiled heir. No politician’s son.

Just a young family, warm under the fading light, realizing this was the only title that really mattered.