Chapter 1: The Only Man Who Matters

Darkness and silence. A fleeting moment of weightlessness.

Then came the light, the warmth, and the sound of a woman's soft, soothing voice.

Leon Astraeus opened his eyes.

He wasn't supposed to be alive. He remembered dying. A car accident? A sudden flash of pain, then nothing. But here he was, in a world that felt too luxurious, too unreal.

Soft sheets cradled his body. He was in a massive bed, bigger than anything he had ever slept in. The air smelled sweet, like perfume and flowers.

Then he saw her.

A woman sat beside him, watching him with an intensity that sent a shiver through his body.

She was stunning. Long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face too perfect to be human. Her eyes—sharp, golden, and filled with something deep—studied him with overwhelming affection. Her lips, red and plump, parted slightly, as if she were afraid to speak.

"…Leon?"

The name rang in his head. **Leon Astraeus.** It wasn't his, but at the same time, it was.

His memories rushed in. He wasn't just any man. He was the youngest son of **House Astraeus**, one of the most powerful noble families in a world where women ruled**.

And the woman in front of him?

**Evelyn Astraeus.** His mother.

She reached out, trembling, cupping his face with a tenderness that made his heart race.

"You're awake," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I was so afraid… My precious boy…"

**Something was wrong.**

Leon's mind was clear, but his body felt different. Stronger. Sharper. His senses overwhelmed him—the warmth of her hands, the scent of her skin, the sound of her breath hitching.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm. "Mother… how long was I asleep?"

Her expression softened, but her grip tightened. "A week," she said. "After the accident… We thought…" Her voice cracked. "We thought we lost you."

A week? That meant this body had **died**, and his soul had taken its place.

But that wasn't the only thing bothering him.

The way she looked at him—desperate, possessive. Not like a mother looking at her son.

**Like a woman looking at a man.**

And then—

**(I was so scared… I thought I'd never see him again… He's so beautiful… So perfect… If he had died, I… I would have…)**

Leon's eyes widened.

He could hear her thoughts.

Not just hear them—**feel them**.

His mother. A noblewoman feared by even the highest elites. A woman who should be above base emotions.

And yet—her mind screamed with devotion. With obsession. With **desire**.

Leon inhaled deeply. **This was dangerous.**

But also… thrilling.

He tested his ability further, letting his focus spread. More voices. More thoughts. The world opened to him like a forbidden book.

**(He's awake. The young master is awake.)**

**(I must prepare his meal! He needs to be strong, healthy… He's the pride of the Astraeus family!)**

**(If only he wasn't my brother… I… No. No, I mustn't think such things.)**

Leon smirked. **Even his own sisters weren't immune.**

The **Astraeus women were obsessed with him.**

And in a world where men were considered **weak**, **disposable**, and **submissive**, Leon realized something terrifyingly powerful.

**He wasn't weak. He wasn't disposable.**

**He was the only man who mattered.**

And he was going to take everything.

Everything.

**Later That Night…**

The Astraeus estate was a palace. A modern-day castle that overlooked the city, its walls lined with security, its halls echoing with power.

Leon sat at the head of a long dining table, surrounded by **his family**.

His mother. His **eldest sister, Selena**—a CEO, ice-cold and ruthless. His **second sister, Victoria**—a retired military officer, sharp-eyed and disciplined. His **youngest sister, Rose**—a university student, bright but constantly flustered around him.

They were all **gorgeous**, in ways that shouldn't be fair.

And every single one of them was staring at him.

Leon took a slow sip of wine. The conversation flowed around him—business, politics, the usual—but beneath it, their thoughts whispered to him.

**(He looks different… More mature… More… masculine.)**

**(I can't stop looking at his lips. What's wrong with me?)**

**(He's mine. He's my baby. No one else can have him.)**

Leon hid his smile. **They didn't know what was happening.**

But he did.

This body. This mind. This **gift**.

It was all designed for one thing.

**To break the strongest women in this world.**

And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

**Starting with the women sitting right in front of him.**