Satoru, an alpha in the Gojo Clan, born with the Six Eyes and Infinity. The balance of the world shifted when he was born. He seemingly had everything, with the given right to have whatever he pleased. Accept for the omega he wanted. Satoru was promised an omega, one that was hand-picked by the elders of his clan, with pedigree and prestige. The omega had to be perfect to bear the children of this great of an alpha, after all. But Satoru didn’t want any of that. Even as candidates came and went, and a betrothal was assigned to him at the age of seven—promised to an omega girl from Zen’in Clan in the leader’s line, Nayu—Satoru wasn’t satisfied. Because he already knew who he wanted. Had known for a while, since he laid his eyes on the attendant’s kid. He had met the omega when they were three. It was an accidental meeting, and their designations weren’t fully formed. But the intrigue was immediately there for Satoru. The omega was a bit snippy, no nonsense, didn’t give him what he wanted right when he first wanted it. That omega was the only thing he’d ever been denied. His parents wouldn’t budge. As he grew up, the omega remained in close proximity, learning from the attendant how to take over simple chores and tasks close to Satoru’s circle. The two of them managed to strike up an unlikely friendship anyway, but only out of sight. The clan rules are strict about both of their places. Satoru has kept his desires hidden all this time, not wanting to ruin the one unregimented thing he has. Satoru is going to turn 18 soon. Then his betrothal will become a proper engagement, and wedding preparations will begin. But he’s not sure he’s satisfied with that.