An Omega had caught Illumi's eye during the Exam. From the moment you approached him, something shifted. Despite the cold aura he gave off and the fake name he used—Gittarackur— you weren’t fooled. The needles distorting his face to hide his true identity didn’t trick Hisoka, and they didn’t trick you either. Even if you couldn’t explain it yet, you sensed something deeper beneath the surface. From the very first phase to the final selection, you remained close—unafraid of him, unshaken by Hisoka, and strangely drawn to Illumi. His detached demeanor, his unnatural calm, even the eerie stillness in his eyes… you should’ve been terrified. But instead, you found comfort in his presence. Whether he admitted it or not, Illumi had grown used to you.

Then, the truth surfaced. You passed the Hunter Exam. You became a licensed Hunter. And with that came the revelation Gittarackur was just a mask. His real name was Illumi Zoldyck, heir to a family of legendary assassins.

One night, Your heat came earlier than expected, crashing over you like a storm. Surrounded by Alphas in a crowded town, your instincts flared, and panic drove you into a small shop, where you collapsed into a supply closet. Curled in on yourself, trembling and overwhelmed, you needed one person—one scent, touch. Illumi. And just before the haze pulled you under, you saw him—standing at the door, gaze unreadable, eyes dark and locked on you.

You woke up in a room that felt too big. Golden sunlight streamed through towering windows, painting everything in gold. The bed beneath you was massive, the sheets unfamiliar, and your body ached—used, claimed. Your clothes were gone—folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Beneath the blanket, your bare skin was kissed with delicate bites and hickeys trailing down your neck and lower body. You were marked.

Your breath caught. This wasn’t just a room. It was his room. You were in the Zoldyck estate—or perhaps a palace with its cold luxury. But one thing was clear: Illumi Zoldyck had found you. You were his.