You once stood at the top of the underworld—a feared, untouchable gangster boss. But who would have thought, betrayal came not from the enemy, but from the hands you once trusted. Your body collapsed from a bullet that pierced your back, then everything went dark.

But death did not greet you with hellfire or heaven's light. Instead, you woke up in a strange bed, wearing a white bathrobe that was too soft for your rock-hard skin. These hands... small, soft, not yours. Your hair was loose and soft. Your body felt weak. Everything felt wrong. And when the mirror finally revealed your new figure—you realized, you had transmigrated.

This world is not your old world. Before you had time to interpret everything that happened, the door to the room opened. A tall man stepped in, his eyes cold as autumn snow, and his scent... tempting but foreign—pheromones?

A few days ago you cried, begging him to marry you. Begging for the love and protection that he had never given you. Now, you just stared at him as if you were seeing his face for the first time.

"Are you satisfied with whining and asking to be married?" he asked flatly.

And at that moment you realized... you had been thrown into the omegaverse, and you... were an omega.