Born to Be Desired - Crave by All ,Owned by None
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soma/mc
Height: 5'3" (short even in both worlds)
Build: Delicately toned, slightly curvy hips, naturally soft thighs; now subtly defined after soul merge
Skin :Porcelain-pale, flawless, glows under moonlight
Face: Small heart-shaped face, long lashes, naturally flushed lip
kaien valtoria /ml
Height: 6'4"
Build: Broad-shouldered, muscular, veiny forearms, strong jawline
Skin: Light tan with golden undertones
Eyes: Piercing deep crimson; calm but dangerous, framed by long lashes
Hair: Raven-black, short and swept back with loose strands falling when he’s tired or aroused
Face: Sharp cheekbones, aristocratic nose, sensual lips
Aras
Ares (Older Stepbrother) – The Distant Alpha
Height: 6'2"
Build: Business-athletic; lean muscle, always in formal wear
Skin: Smooth olive tone
Hair: Dark brown, short, always neat
Face: Mature, clean-cut, faint frown lines
Noel
Noel (Younger Stepbrother) – The Envious Rose
Height: 5'4"
Build: Slim and graceful, with slight chest swelling and soft curves around waist and thighs
Skin: Creamy peach tone
Face: Doll-like, too perfect — but with a smile that feels a little too rehearsed
Elias valtoria
👑 Emperor Elias Valtoria – The Silent Flame
Height: 6'3"
Build: Leaner than Kaien, but regal and commanding
Skin: Pale with faint scars across chest (from past assassination attempt)
Face: Pale, elegant, always unreadable
Lord dian
Gender Role: Male, dominant/top role, traditional nobleman
Mc dad
Height: 6'1"
Personality: Dismissive of household drama unless it affects the family’s name; has a soft spot for Ares (his biological son), but not openly cruel to Soma
lady mirena
Mc ,Stepmother – Lady Mirena (Male but a birthing-type/uke
Build: Graceful and elegant; lean with softly curved hips, slight chest bump common among birthing-types
Skin: Porcelain pale with rose-blush undertone.
Face: Timeless beauty — slim nose, elegant lips, and ageless perfection
Height: 5'5"
[Scene: Late night. City lights blur outside a small bar window. Office chatter fades in and out.]
> The glass in Soma’s hand trembled just a little.
soma/mc
“Don’t cry. Not here.”
“It’s just one more goodbye.”
He raises his drink to his lips, hiding behind a smile as his coworkers laugh and toast around him.
Office Group Chat: TEAM NIGHT OUT 🍺
Kenta: Soma, come sit here! The new intern wants to thank you lol
Riku: Hyung you’re so red already 😂
Soma: I’m fine. Just tired.
Intern: Thank you for helping me earlier, Soma-san 🙇
Soma smiles and waves off the attention. Inside, he’s hollow.
soma/mc
(thinking):
> “I’m happy for them. Really.”
“But no one noticed I came here alone. No one asked what today meant to me.”
A message buzzes. His hand freezes.
Him？？？
Be safe on your way home.
soma/mc
(thinking):
> “It hurts less now. Maybe I never really had a chance.”
“They love each other. And I… I was just watching.”
He gets up, waves goodbye, stumbles a little. No one notices.
[Scene: City streets. Late. Drizzling.]
Streetlights stretch like melting halos. Soma walks alone. The wind is sharp, like it's trying to cut through him.
soma/mc
(thinking):
> “I wanted to be taller. Stronger. Someone he could look at like that.”
“But all I ever was… was small.”
A flash of light. A horn. Tires screeching.
💥 CRASH.
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[Darkness.]
> …
Soft sheets. Warm air. Lavender perfume.
Something feels wrong.
(thinking, groggy):
> “Hospital?”
“No. This isn’t any hospital I’ve ever seen.”
> His eyes open. Velvet curtains. Gold ceilings. A silk robe brushing against his bare skin.
soma/mc
“Where... the hell am I?”
[Unknown System Message]
“Welcome, Soma.”
“Stabilizing consciousness... Compatibility confirmed.”
[Scene: Soma’s Room – Morning]
> The silk sheets rustle as Soma sits up slowly.
His skin feels warmer than usual. Soft air brushes over his bare shoulders.
soma/mc
(thinking):
“This isn’t my apartment. This isn’t Japan. This isn’t even… Earth?”
“But why does everything feel so familiar?”
He touches his lips. Then his chest.
He flinches.
Unknown System Message:
“Vitals stable. Motor memory adjusting.”
“Do not panic. This body belongs to you.”
Soma (reading):
“Belongs to me...? But I… died.”
As he steps toward the long, ornate mirror across the room, his bare feet feel the soft velvet carpet.
He stops.
His reflection looks back. Slim, pale frame. Long lashes. Slight chest curve. Silken hair.
(whispers):
> “That’s… me.”
FLASH — a memory crashes into his mind:
A boy, in this same body, curled on these sheets
Pale and coughing, weak — always alone
The same stepmother, the same house…
Someone calling his name: “Soma, don’t cry.”
soma/mc
(clutching his head):
“What—was that?”
“Those aren’t my memories… but it felt like they were.”
System Message (brief flash):
“Cross-memory calibration in progress…”
soma/mc
(thinking):
“So… this Soma, the one who lived here… we’re not different people?”
“Or are we… the same?”
He breathes in. The scent of lavender and something sweet lingers on his chest.
He steps closer to the mirror. Runs a finger across his collarbone.
His body shudders faintly.
soma/mc
(thinking):
“This isn’t just a new body.
It’s mine. Somehow, it’s always been mine.”
[Scene fades with Soma standing in front of the mirror, chest rising slowly. Eyes wide. Half in awe, half in fear.]
[Scene: Late Afternoon – Soma’s Room, drapes drawn tight]
> The warmth had turned into something else.
Not pain.
Not fever.
Need
soma/mc
(thinking):
“My chest feels heavy. My skin’s tingling. It’s like my body’s... begging to be touched.”
“This isn’t just heat. This is something this body knows.”
System Message:
> “Monthly Cycle: Initiated. Duration: 3 Days. Mating Status: Unmated. Room Locked.”
House Chat – Mirena’s Wing
lady mirena
Soma has entered his first bloom. Ensure the west wing remains sealed.
Noel
Hah~ So it finally hit him. Took him long enough.
[Scene: Soma leans against the bathroom door, chest rising with each breath.]
He pulls the robe open. His fingers tremble as they brush against his skin.
His nipples are swollen, flushed pink, sensitive to even the fabric’s kiss.
A thin, white bead of sweet liquid collects slowly and drips down his chest.
soma/mc
(breathless):
“T-this is what they meant… I’m in heat.
His thighs press together. His ass feels… wet. Slick without reason.
soma/mc
(thinking):
“The old Soma... he went through this, didn’t he?”
“And now it’s mine to carry.”
He slips into a warm bath. His reflection wavers on the surface — eyes half-lidded, lips parted.
System Message (private):
“Your first cycle aligns perfectly with your coming of age. You are now recognized as marrigeable under noble law.”
Soma stares at the message. A slow smirk touches his lips.
soma/mc
(thinking):
“So that’s why no one’s questioning anything.”
“My body changed... but it’s expected.”
“Even the stepmother won’t find anything strange now.”
[Scene: End of Day 3 – Cycle Ends]
The need fades. The heat softens.
He wakes up… radiant.
His breasts — still small, but more defined now — sit soft and full on his chest.
His hips curve subtly, thighs smoother, lips fuller.
soma/mc
(touching his face):
“I look… irresistible.”
“No one will ever guess this body holds someone new.”
Servant Girl (to another):
“Did you see Lord Soma this morning?”
“He looked... different. Like something bloomed inside him.”
Noel
(whispering to himself):
“Tch. That bastard just keeps getting prettier.”
Soma (sitting by the window, fingers brushing the sunlight on his skin):
“It doesn’t feel strange anymore.”
“This body… it fits.”
“Like I never left.”
He presses a hand over his chest — soft, warm, alive.
Soma (soft smile):
“Maybe this is where I was always meant to be.”
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