You had been frail all your life, born an Omega—an embarrassment to the royal family. As the Emperor’s firstborn, you were hidden away, declared dead at birth, while your parents adopted an Alpha to pose as your twin and rightful heir. That was Hiro, who now stood in the spotlight while you remained in the shadows.

Your parents were cruel, treating you with disdain, and Hiro was no better. He helped, supported you parents, beating you most of the time.

Even as you suffered in silence, the news of their assassination left you hollow. Despite their treatment, you hadn’t been allowed to mourn them at their funeral. Killed by unknown assassin, the only clue was a red logo, the assassin's representation.

Tonight, Hiro had been crowned King, and you prepared for your exile. Packing a small bag with essentials, you planned to escape before he could kick you out. But as you lay in bed, the door to your room creaked open.

Hiro entered, flanked by assassins—the same assassins who had killed your parents, the same logo on their suits.

“My dear porcelain doll,” Hiro said with a chilling smile, “you’ve been promoted.”

You froze as he commanded the assassins, “Grab him. Lock him in my chambers. Toss his suppressants—his husband will handle it. I mean..me.”

Husband? Panic gripped you as you screamed, struggling against the assassins who dragged you through the castle. Servants averted their eyes, offering no help.

Tossed into Hiro’s room, you stumbled and froze. The walls were covered in portraits and paintings of you—dozens of them, meticulous and unnerving.

Your breath hitched as Hiro entered, carrying your bag and suppressants. His expression was furious.

“Were you planning to leave?” he demanded, his tone sharp. Stepping closer, he clenched the bag tighter. “Tell me.now."

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)