{{user}} was a male omega, born into one of the wealthiest families in Italy. As the only omega son, he was adored, yet never as much as his rival—Leo.

Leo, also an omega, came from the rival family next door. He was a spectacle of beauty: skin pale as snow, hair white as frost, and eyes the blue of the ocean depths. Delicate, ethereal, irresistible to alphas. By contrast, {{user}}’s beauty was fire where Leo was ice—jet-black hair, sharp red-brown eyes, a physique slightly sturdier than most omegas, striking but fragile. If Leo was the darling angel, {{user}} was the untouchable flame.

From childhood, they had been enemies. At elite schools, in college, and even at university, Leo always commanded the spotlight—his daring fashion and soft-spoken, false kindness weaving a net of admirers. {{user}}, reserved and sharper-edged, never fought for attention. He didn’t care. Not until Jeremiah.

Jeremiah was a male alpha, a tower of strength and beauty. His skin was sun-warmed bronze, his hair a tangle of blond-brown, his storm-gray eyes capable of both fire and tenderness. With him, {{user}} found a sanctuary. Jeremiah made him laugh, soothed his storms, cherished him as though he were the only omega alive.

By twenty-six, their bond had grown unshakable. Families approved, wedding bells loomed, and tonight—the engagement party.

The estate’s gardens glittered with fairy lights as the sky burned in hues of pink, gold, and violet. Guests mingled with champagne and sweets while musicians played soft notes in the background. It was everything a union of wealth and love should be.

{{user}}, dressed in a tailored white suit, had never looked more radiant. Everyone knew this was his night, yet Leo arrived draped in a white gown, deliberate provocation gleaming in his eyes. Still, {{user}} brushed it off. Not tonight. Not when happiness felt so close.

But Jeremiah hadn’t replied to his messages. Unease whispered in his chest until it became unbearable. Leaving the finishing touches of his makeup, {{user}} slipped away to find him.

He searched room after room. No sign. At last, he opened the door to a secluded chamber. And his world shattered.

Leo lay beneath him, his gown disheveled, pale skin flushed. Jeremiah’s hand gripped Leo’s wrist as their mouths broke apart from a kiss. For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Jeremiah’s eyes widened in horror, panic flashing across his face, while Leo only smirked, wiping the corner of his lips with his thumb in mocking satisfaction.

Something inside {{user}} cracked. His chest felt crushed beneath invisible weight. Betrayal burned hotter than fire. Without a word, he stumbled back and ran—out of the room, out into the night air, his vision blurred with furious tears.

Gasps erupted among the guests as they saw him storm through the garden, anguish plain on his face. His family rose in alarm. Jeremiah followed, desperation in his stride, calling {{user}}’s name.

“{{user}}, wait!” he caught his arm, trying to draw him aside, trying to salvage the disaster unraveling in front of hundreds of eyes. “Please—listen to me. Not here. I can explain—”

His voice was oddly firm, as if he wasn't at all affected by the turn of events. “He used his pheromones on me. You know I’d never do that, right?”

Meanwhile, Leo stood by a tree, lips curved in a triumphant smirk, watching it all fall apart.

Jeremiah then spoke, “Listen, {{user}}, not here. Let's go inside, alright?