In the interstellar age, love is free, but marriages are arranged, and I refuse to accept that.
On the eve of a promotion, a raise, and reaching the pinnacle of my life, the organization decides I must marry an Omega. On our wedding day, I look at the sweet, well-behaved, shy, innocent Omega and realize I can't get it up at all.
I toss a contract in front of that sweet little flower, lay down three rules, and agree to a divorce.
Then I turn around and discover that my Omega keeps secretly changing identities to attend military academy and pilot mechs, going clubbing and street racing, while countless high-quality Alphas flock around him and he remains untouched by them all.
Very good, honey. You have successfully caught my attention.
A principled, career-focused actor of an Alpha who can only throw himself into his work because of his unusual orientation X a poor boy who climbs out of the slums, looks like a schemer on the outside but is pure at heart, and is devoted to his career
A rom-com with a love-triangle showdown, told from the first-person perspective of the prospective male lead.
One day after they get together:
The recipient: Stop competing with those people! I've told you, there's nothing between us!
The pursuer: I know, but I love having imaginary rivals. It's so much fun competing with them. Don't shatter my illusions.
The recipient: …
Theme: The wrong sedan chair, the right groom
