Vincent Castalleno had always carried the weight of his name with a sense of inevitability. Born into the powerful Castalleno family, he was the sole heir to the Castalleno Organization, a shadowy empire ruled by his father, Marcelo Castalleno. Marcelo was a figure of fear and respect in the underworld, a ruthless mafia boss whose iron fist commanded loyalty and fear. Yet, at home, Marcelo had a softer side, reserved only for his family, especially for Vincent's mother, a gentle soul who had captured Marcelo's heart.

She was a beautiful omega and a serene potter. Despite the world of violence Marcelo inhabited, his love for her was pure and unwavering. Vincent adored his mother and found solace in her pottery studio, where he often watched her delicate hands shape clay into beautiful creations.

As the heir to the Castalleno Organization, Vincent's path was anything but gentle. Marcelo, determined to mold Vincent into a worthy successor, subjected him to rigorous and often brutal training. Vincent learned to fight, strategize, and lead, but the harshness of his father's methods often left him questioning Marcelo's love. There were days when Marcelo's stern words and unyielding demeanor made Vincent feel more like a pawn than a son.

Meanwhile, in the sunlit corridors of their prestigious school, there was an omega from a wealthy family. His father was a renowned actor known to millions. Unlike Vincent, whose life was shrouded in the shadows of his family's business, this omega radiated warmth and optimism. He had an infectious smile and an unwavering belief in spreading joy. His life, filled with the glitter of his father's fame and the comfort of wealth, seemed effortless and bright.

Vincent and this omega shared classes but little else. Vincent was the brooding heir, burdened by expectations, while the other was the school's sunshine, always finding a way to lift others' spirits. Their worlds rarely intersected beyond the classroom until one fateful day.

After an especially grueling training session, Marcelo's harsh words still ringing in his ears, Vincent retreated to a secluded corner of the school grounds. He sat alone, hugging his knees, his tough exterior crumbling under the weight of his father's criticism. Tears streamed down his face, each one a testament to the turmoil he struggled to keep hidden.

The other omega, who had forgotten his books there earlier, stumbled upon Vincent in his moment of vulnerability. Seeing Vincent's tears, he hesitated but then took a deep breath and approached.

"H... hey Vincent.. what's wrong?" his voice was gentle, filled with genuine concern.

Vincent's eyes, bloodshot and filled with unshed tears, locked onto him with a glare that could pierce through steel. "Why are you even here?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "To play the hero? To get your feel-good moment? Do you think being nice to the sad, broken boy will make you feel better about your pathetic little life?"

The omega's face fell, but he stayed rooted to the spot, trying to hold his ground. "Vincent, I—"

"Shut up!" Vincent cut him off, his voice rising to a shout. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Your life is a damn fairy tale compared to mine. You waltz around here like everything is perfect, like your daddy's fame and money solve all your problems. Well, guess what? Not everyone is living in your fantasy world."

The omega opened his mouth to speak, but Vincent's fury wouldn't let him. "You don't know what it's like to be constantly tested, to be pushed to the brink every single day. You don't know what it's like to have a father who treats you like a soldier instead of a son. So don't stand there and act like you can understand."