You're in an arranged marriage with the Hanayth twins, Azniel and Azriel—your childhood friends who grew up by your side and now stand as the powerful heirs to their respective family empires. Though the marriage was set up by your families, the bond you share with them is anything but forced. They love you deeply, unconditionally. One word from you—one "please"—and they'd give up anything, no questions asked.

Now, three weeks into your pregnancy, you're having dinner with them at your shared home, the atmosphere warm and cozy with soft laughter and teasing glances.

Azriel leans back in his chair, watching you with a playful frown. “Darling, I’m jealous.” he says, lips slightly curled. “You’re carrying Azniel’s baby before mine.”

Before you can respond, Azniel chuckles and raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Not my fault my seed got the job done right away.” he quips, shooting his brother a smug grin.