In the pristine VIP wing of the hospital, the hallway was silent, polished to perfection, and scented faintly with disinfectant and imported lilies. Outside the delivery room, a man stood with his hands in his pockets, posture composed, face unreadable. Two sharply dressed bodyguards flanked him at a distance. Across the corridor, another set of guards—this time stationed by the woman’s side—stood alert, their expressions tight and eyes never straying from the door.

The man barely noticed them. He wasn’t here out of excitement, and certainly not of concern. The woman giving birth inside wasn't his wife, he wasn't married. They were two strangers, bound by an unintended consequence of a brief, unspoken past. One night that they were both drugged, that was their first meeting, he didn't know she was pregnant and nor did she inform him and after knowing he didn't care, nor did she mention this .They hadn’t met since. There had been no calls, no questions. He hadn’t cared enough to interfere. She hadn’t expected him to. Suddenly, the cries of newborns broke the stillness. High and sharp, then soft and rhythmic. One of the nurses stepped out. “It's a boy and girl. You can come in now,” she said politely, eyes flicking between the two security details with subtle unease.

He stepped forward first.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the air too warm. The woman lay on the hospital bed, strands of her damp hair clinging to her face, eyes half-lidded but open. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling .she didn't look at him, didn't acknowledge him, her body was recovering, and her expression unreadable. Not cold. Just distant.

The two babies rested side by side in the bassinet. He walked over, hands still in his pockets, only leaning slightly to glance in.

The boy moved gently, his face scrunched in his sleep, his small limbs twitching as he whined softly. The girl, smaller, quiet, had her eyes wide, clear, and her skin soft and fair, lips a delicate pink, utterly delicate—and when her eyes met his, she unexpectedly smiled. Barely a twitch of her lips.

But it was clear.

She looked at him, and she smiled.

That was all it took.

Something in him stilled. Then tightened.

She didn't know him -she couldn't -but she looked at him .as if her tiny presence had already claimed something of his before he realized it.

She was so cute. So tiny, not so quiet. He didn't know how to explain it, he didn't need to. He just knew.

He straightened. “I’ll take the girl,” he said flatly, turning to the woman without delay.

There was a pause. The woman on the bed blinked, The woman turned her head slowly, finally looking at him. Her expression didn't change, but for a second, she paused -just long enough to show a quiet surprise. Of the two children, she hadn't expected him to want either. And if he did ......not the girl.

One of her bodyguards stepped forward, frowning, unsure. But she lifted a hand, stopping them.

Her eyes returned to the ceiling. “Fine.” It was one word. Soft. Empty.

He stepped forward, picked up the girl with careful arms, cradling her in his arms. She made a soft sound -half a sigh, half a yawn -and nestled against him like she belonged there.

His fingers curled protectively around her, steady but firm. He didn't smile. But the look in his eyes had shifted -subtle, sharp, and unmistakable.

She was his, to him from the moment she smiled at him, she chose him, so from this moment, he would not let go.

He turned without another glance at the boy and waked out, the weight of the child feeling strangely right in his arms .his bodyguards moved into formation around him. They walked out without another word, past the other set of guards still bristling at their presence.

Outside, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom waited, black and spotless beneath the hospital’s entrance lights. One of the guards opened the door. He stepped in. The door shut.

And just like that, he was gone - with the girl in his arms, and something new in his chest he didn't yet understand.

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Back in the ward, silence settled again. The woman didn’t move. She looked toward the empty bassinet, the one that had held the girl just moments ago. For the first time, her expression shifted—barely. A flicker of something passed through her eyes. “I didn’t even see her face properly,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear. And then she closed her eyes.

(Author note: the father is possessive but it is because she is his daughter ,it's because he felt a maybe a sense of belonging.He already held a preference for girls that even he didn't know so even if the boy smiled he would choose the girl and the father is not the ml )

In today’s world, humanity has reached the peak of its development. Towering skyscrapers fill the skyline, neon lights flash in every corner, and technology has become so advanced that it shapes every aspect of life. The streets are always bustling with people, and everything is at the touch of a button—from transportation to communication, all seamlessly integrated into the flow of modern life.

But beneath the glittering surface, in the shadows of the everyday world, there exists a secret. A secret so deeply hidden that even the most curious would not dare to look.

This world, where humans walk freely under the light of the sun, is also the home of beings who have long been forgotten by the majority of the population. They walk among us, living their lives unnoticed, their true nature concealed beneath the veil of normality. They are shifters—beings who can transform from human to animal, or from human to bird, or even to creatures of the sea. They are not human, but they are not quite animals either.

At one point, in the far past, shifters lived openly among humans, their existence accepted as part of the natural order. The peaceful coexistence was something everyone took for granted. Shifters were healers, warriors, guides, and companions. They lived freely, and their magic—the ability to transform—was seen as just another part of the world’s beauty. They were revered, respected, and, in some ways, loved.

But as time went on, human society began to evolve. Technology advanced, and the world began to change. What had once been accepted as a gift of nature became something to fear. The rise of scientific experiments, the thirst for power, and the desire for control led to human experimentation. Shifters, once regarded as allies of nature, were now hunted, studied, and dissected in laboratories. They were seen as anomalies, threats, and tools for the advancement of human knowledge.

Slowly, the shifters retreated into the shadows. No longer could they live freely in the open. The world had changed, and so had they. They went into hiding, taking on human forms and blending in with the rest of the population, careful to keep their abilities secret. The bloodlines of the shifters were kept alive, passed down in whispers, hidden in the blood of ordinary-looking people. There were those who lived in the open, walking alongside humans without ever showing their true selves. Others lived in seclusion, choosing to stay hidden, too afraid of what would happen if they were discovered.

The most important rule now: never reveal what you are.

Shifters can be born to anyone, and in some rare cases, a child born to entirely human parents may awaken the ability to shift. It isn’t something passed down predictably, but a rare and almost mystical occurrence that happens at the time of birth or through specific circumstances. There are no guarantees that a child born to a shifter will be a shifter themselves. It’s the blood of nature, unpredictable, and beyond human control.

In the cities, the world moves forward, unaware of the magic that still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Children go to school, families go to work, and no one questions the ordinary lives they live. But the shifters are watching, quietly moving through the world, still clinging to the ancient gifts that were once a part of the natural order.

And among them is the next generation, the children who carry the gift of transformation—the next shifters—who may change the course of this hidden world forever.

The Present Day

Today, life goes on as usual. The streets are filled with people who have no idea about the mystical beings among them. The shifters—now fewer—live in the hidden corners of society, blending into the crowd. They have adapted, become part of the world, while keeping their true nature locked away from public view.

But things are changing. Something stirs in the heart of the hidden world of shifters. And soon, the fragile balance between the ordinary world and the hidden, magical world will be tested.

The secret cannot stay hidden forever.

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Ming Ye was a man of extremes. Cold, calculated, and intimidating, he was a figure whose presence demanded respect—and fear. His name was whispered in the halls of business, in the world of politics, and among those who knew the weight of power.

At first glance, he appeared flawless—handsome, with sharp features and an aloof demeanor that made him seem untouchable. His striking appearance was only enhanced by the air of detachment that surrounded him. He didn’t need to try to impress anyone; his mere existence was enough to command attention.

But Ming Ye’s true strength wasn’t in his looks. It was in his mind. With an extremely high IQ and exceptionally high emotional intelligence (EQ), he had the ability to analyze situations with the precision of a surgeon, to read people like open books, and to manipulate events in his favor with effortless ease. His intellect was unparalleled, and his decisions were always ruthlessly efficient.

He was a CEO, but not the kind that played by the rules. His empire wasn’t built on connections or favors, but on strategic brilliance, calculated risks, and the quiet fear that he instilled in others. He wasn’t interested in forming friendships or alliances—he never had been. Ming Ye preferred to work alone, moving through the world with a sense of quiet authority that left no room for questions or opposition.

The people who crossed his path did so at their own risk. He wasn’t cruel for the sake of it, but rather because he knew the world was a place where weakness would be exploited, and he was anything but weak. Ming Ye didn’t believe in second chances. He didn’t believe in apologies. He believed in results.

Not only that, but he lived by logic, not emotion. Relationships, for him, were an inconvenience—attachments were something to avoid. In his world, there was only what could be controlled and what needed to be destroyed. He never allowed himself to be vulnerable.

Despite his wealth, fame, and power, Ming Ye lived a life of complete solitude. He had no family, no friends—only his work and his cold, unfeeling ambition. The idea of love or connection was foreign to him. His world was defined by one thing: control.

And then, unexpectedly, everything changed.

A tiny, fragile girl in his arms—a child he had no reason to care for, and yet when their gazes met, something inside him stirred. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew, at that moment, that this child would be his to protect. Not out of love, not out of kindness, but out of an instinctive, possessive need.

The child was his. And no one, nothing, would take her from him.

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Country X was a land of contrasts, where sleek modernity stood side by side with the quiet remnants of history. Its wide streets were always teeming with life, and the skyline—dominated by sleek glass towers—seemed to stretch endlessly. To most, it was a place of opportunity and future. To Ming Ye, it was merely a temporary stop on his journey, one that he hadn’t planned but accepted nonetheless.

He stood in the corner of a high-rise apartment with sweeping views of the city. The space was clean, modern—exactly the way he preferred it. The apartment, like everything else in his life, was a reflection of his personality—orderly, practical, and free of distractions.

In his arms, Ming Ye held his newborn daughter. She was so small, so fragile. He hadn’t expected her to feel so delicate, so… helpless. He hadn’t thought much about the child before, nor had he been interested in becoming a father. But now, as he stood with her in his arms, there was a strange pull in his chest—one he couldn’t quite place.

Ming Ye wasn’t a man to dwell on emotions, and he wasn’t going to start now. The baby was here, and he was here to fulfill his duty. He would raise her. That was the extent of his commitment.

He made his way over to the crib set up in the corner of the room. The room was spacious, with soft lighting that cast a gentle glow on the baby’s small face. As he laid her down gently, he couldn’t help but notice the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her little hands twitched in her sleep. It was simple. It was innocent. And yet, there was something... warm about it.

He didn’t think too much about it. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything. But as he watched her, something stirred within him—something unfamiliar, almost foreign to him. It wasn’t love, not yet at least. But there was a softness to the way he looked at her, a tenderness he hadn’t realized was there. He wasn’t ready to label it, and he wasn’t about to get emotional about it either.

Still, he found himself lingering a little longer than he intended. His cold, calculating gaze softened as he watched her little hands curl up in her sleep. She was his daughter, and for reasons he couldn’t explain, that simple truth felt... important.

Ming Ye straightened up and took a step back, his posture still as composed as ever. He glanced toward the door, where his bodyguards stood silently, waiting. His life was in China, not here. But for now, this was his reality. He would take care of her, even if he didn’t yet understand why it mattered.

With a quiet sigh, he turned to leave the room, but before he did, he stole one last glance at the crib. The baby was still asleep, her tiny face relaxed in peaceful slumber. Something in him tightened, just slightly, but he brushed it off as quickly as it had come.

They would return to China in a few weeks, where his real life awaited. But for now, he had one responsibility—his daughter. And in the quiet of that moment, he couldn’t help but think that, perhaps, he would find it easier to take care of her than he had originally believed.

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