This is the prologue/trailer the next chapter will be the actual story. Enjoy! Yours truly,
-Tormenta 🌊🌩️
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I've done a lot in my life—things I'm proud of, things that would make any person shudder. But everything I've done, good or bad, built the reputation I hold today. The beloved "God of Perfection." Emperor of Russia. Yet, no one knows the story behind it all. Not the real one.
Flashback to 12 years ago...
Back then, life was hell. My twin brother Otto was still alive, still breathing down my neck, tormenting me at every opportunity. It was just another day of living in his shadow, another day of being reminded that I was worthless compared to him. Russia and China were in an on-and-off rivalry, but a few months prior, they called a truce. Of course, that meant my family and the Z Yuan Dynasty were having a formal dinner in the palace.
It was an important event, one of those pompous occasions where I had to sit straight and shut up while everyone else basked in glory. Everything was going smoothly until Otto—my brother, the perfect son—decided to start kicking me under the table. Hard.
I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore him, but he wouldn't let up. When I finally muttered under my breath for him to stop, Father's icy gaze cut right through me. "Behave," he hissed. "Otto, take him outside."
I stood there, humiliated, as Otto smirked, tugging at my arm to follow him. Great. We were headed to the garden, and just as we walked out, I saw the Yuan family's son—Jing Yuan. He was around our age, and I watched as his mother discreetly signaled for him to follow. I wanted to sink into the ground. I'd had enough of being bullied by Otto. Now I'd probably get it from both sides.
The garden was still. Jing Yuan didn't bother speaking to us, keeping to himself, lingering in a shadowy corner while Otto and I moved toward the center. I sat on a stone bench, trying to find peace with my kitten, a gift from my parents. They'd given it to me more to shut me up than out of any affection.
Then, out of nowhere, Otto snatched the kitten from my arms. "Catch me if you can!" he jeered, racing off with it.
"Stop it! Give her back!" I screamed, my voice shaky. But he only laughed, running faster. I tried to chase him, but I was too slow. I always was. When I realized I'd never catch up, I slumped down onto the grass, tears stinging my eyes as I let them fall, useless and defeated.
Suddenly, a gentle hand lifted my chin, fingers brushing away the wetness on my cheeks. My eyes widened. Standing in front of me, a boy with mid-length silver hair and striking golden eyes—Jing Yuan. His expression was calm, almost serene, like nothing in the world could rattle him.
"What's your name?" His voice was soft but carried a strange authority, as if he already knew the answer.
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