PROLOGUE
Asael Leandor was a soldier who gave his life to save his comrades on the battlefield. But perhaps God took pity on him—granting him a second chance by transmigrating him into the body of an omega, the spouse of the cold and powerful Star Marshal, Draven Alaric. The omega had died after falling down a flight of stairs under mysterious circumstances.
Though confused by his sudden rebirth in a strange body and even stranger world, Asael’s instincts as a soldier kicked in. He quickly adapted to his new life, despite having no memories of the original body’s past. He made every effort to be respectful, responsible, and kind—especially toward his new husband, who regarded him with cold indifference and suspicion.
Asael didn’t understand the hostility at first—until he learned the truth: Marshal Draven had only married the original body because he resembled Draven’s first love. And now that first love had returned, he doesn’t have any place there anymore.
Though Asael tried not to be affected, he couldn’t deny it any longer—he had fallen in love with his husband. But it was a love he knew would never be returned. Draven had never marked him. Never truly seen him. Asael was just a stand-in, a substitute in a loveless marriage.
So he made the hardest decision of his second life: he filed for divorce and left for another star system, to a remote planet where a manor under his name awaited. He didn’t know why he had been given this second life, but if fate had granted him a new beginning, then he would live it for himself—no longer as someone’s shadow.
Now living alone in the vast interstellar era, Asael tries to build a new life with his own hands, far away from the man he once loved.
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Marshal Draven Alaric had fought his way to the top of the military ranks, his hands stained with the blood of enemies and comrades alike. Cold, calculating, and fiercely loyal to the Empire, he was victorious in the war against the Zerg on the outer borders—only to be rewarded with an imperial edict: to marry the omega son of the Leandor family.
At first, Draven was relieved. He had grown up alongside the omega chosen for him and was familiar with his temperament—they already knew each other well, so he had no worries about how they’d get along as a married couple. But everything changed when the Leandor family's legitimate son ran away with his lover just days before the wedding.
In his place, the illegitimate son was pushed forward as a substitute.
The Emperor was furious, but Draven remained indifferent. It made no difference to him who stood beside him at the altar—he accepted the marriage without complaint.
At first, he accepted it out of duty, doing the bare minimum to act like a husband. But when the omega’s petty schemes endangered the royal prince, leaving the latter in a coma, Draven's tolerance turned to contempt. He despised the omega.
But everything changed after the fall.
After Asael’s “accident,” the cold and reckless omega suddenly became… different.
Smiling. Quiet. Kind.
He started tending their garden. Cooking meals. Managing the household. Even offering sharp, intuitive insights into military strategies that Draven couldn’t ignore.
Unknowingly, Draven began to soften. He started looking forward to returning home. To the meals. The quiet conversations. The fleeting, tender moments.
By the time he realized his feelings had changed, it was already too late.
The omega prince awoke from his coma and demanded to return to Asteria—a mission Draven was assigned to escort. Reluctantly, he postponed his long-awaited confession.
But when he returned… Asael was gone.
Divorce papers.
An empty house.
A vanished spouse.
Something inside Draven snapped.
His possessiveness ignited, burning hotter than ever.
He searched every system, every outpost.
He promised himself: once he found Asael, he would never let him go again.
He would bind him. Mark him.
Make him carry their child—so Asael would never be able to leave his side again.
