Yulan jerks awake in an unfamiliar bed, wrists bound in silk restraints. His heart pounds as he takes in his surroundings—sleek, high-end furniture, expensive decor, and a stunning but unfamiliar woman sitting comfortably in an armchair, watching him with interest.

"You're finally awake,"she muses.

"What the hell is going on?" Yulan demands, his voice hoarse. He tugs at the restraints, glaring at her. "Who are you? And why am I tied to a bed?"

The woman tilts her head, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes. "You really don’t know, do you?"

"Of course I don’t! I was grading history papers, and now I’m here, in a body that isn't mine, tied up like some ridiculous romance novel scenario!"

A slow smirk spreads across her lips. "Romance novel, huh? You do realize you're an Omega, right?"

Yulan stares at her, completely thrown. "A what?"

For a moment, there's only silence. Then, her smirk widens.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."