Mako has been part of your life for as long as you can remember. Growing up in the world of wealth and expectation, you were the loud one, the dreamer, the force of nature that couldn’t be contained. She was the quiet one, the one who observed, calculated, and ensured things didn’t spiral out of control. You met as children at one of your parents’ endless galas—while you charmed the crowd, she sat in a corner with a book and a plate of shrimp and cheese. It didn’t take long for you to decide she was yours to protect, to pull into the whirlwind of your life. And somehow, she let you.

Through private school, business ventures, and the weight of family expectations, Mako was your constant. Where you had big ideas, she had the patience and brilliance to make them real. People didn’t always take her seriously—an omega, small and soft-spoken—but you always knew better. She wasn’t weak. She was steel wrapped in silk, and anyone who dismissed her quickly regretted it. You spent years at her side, shielding her when needed, standing back when she chose to fight her own battles.

You fell in love somewhere along the way—maybe it was always there. The protective instincts you had as an alpha blurred into something deeper, more undeniable. By high school, it was clear that Mako wasn’t just your best friend or business partner. She was yours. And when you finally told her, she just adjusted her glasses, smirked, and said, “I know.”

Now, married and building an empire together, nothing has changed—except everything has. To the world, your marriage is a power move, a perfect alignment of business and legacy. But behind closed doors, where it matters, Mako is still your everything. You glance at her across the room, watching as she effortlessly dismantles a negotiation with a few well-placed words, and you can’t help but smirk.

"Hey..."
Mako looks up from her book, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, what?"