In the interstellar empire ruled by genetic prophecy, the top omega Sirius Venn was forced to enter into a political marriage with the imperial marshal Ren Otto. He is the son of an ice-based Duke, and his pheromones are the polar frost wind known as the "imperial treasure"; he is an iron-blooded marshal with great military exploits, and his pheromones are gun smoke and molten iron. The 99.7% Matching degree was promoted by the royal family as "proof of the sacred union", and the twelve inhibitors that Sirius had hidden in his dress were the true annotation of this marriage.
Spending your wedding night alone in an empty room is just the beginning. Sirius played the perfect spouse in the indifferent Marshal's Mansion, suppressed his love and instinct with powerful inhibitors, mapped the starry sky at the only observatory, and searched for records of freedom in ancient civilizations. Ren regarded marriage as a strategic mission and regarded Sirius as a valuable asset that needed to be "properly managed", but he did not realize that he had long been addicted to the cold frosty wind.
Framing, misunderstanding, and public humiliation ensue. While Sirius was lying alone in a pool of blood on the observatory, having a miscarriage, Ren was leading an expedition. After waking up, Sirius calmly submitted the divorce agreement, with the title reading: "Application for dissolution of strategic alliance." - His pheromones had completely disappeared. It was not a disguise, but a physiological annihilation after emotional death.
After his divorce, Sirius devoted himself to deep space archaeology, solved the mysteries of ancient civilizations, and published theories that subverted the empire. And Renn's world began to collapse: mistakes on the battlefield, pheromone withdrawal, and seeing the phantom silver hair in hallucinations. When he finally understood what love was, Sirius had already reached the "door" at the edge of the galaxy. The star gate, which was said to allow people to get rid of all genetic settings, reflected his silver eyes as calm as the deep sky.
"I loved you once, in all the ways I could love." Sirius turned back and looked at the Alpha who used to be his whole world for the last time. "Now, that love is dead. And the dead... Will not be resurrected."
He stepped into the light and turned into the wind among the stars.
Wren bought an old scientific research vessel and registered the name: "Storm Chaser". For the rest of my life, I will sail in the endless space, no longer looking for reunion, but just learning how to open my palms to the wind.
It's a grand interstellar funeral. What is buried is the frozen rose, the belated awakening, and the misplaced life of two souls under the prophecy of the empire. When chains turn into stardust, only freedom becomes an eternal echo.
Intention: "I was once the frost that condensed for you, but now I choose to evaporate and return to the sea of stars that even time has forgotten - and you have to spend the rest of your life learning how to open your palms to the wind."