Third person's pov
Initially, Helio refused to agree.
Danae had to sit him down herself. “This is your breakthrough, brother,” she told him gently.
Helio shook his head. “There is no breakthrough for me in this,” he said quietly. “I’ll still be living under Julio’s name.”
He hated the thought of it—hated the idea of existing forever in his brother’s place. He didn’t want Julio’s life, Julio’s face, Julio’s legacy. He wanted to be Helio. But the one person asking him to accept it was the one person he could never bring himself to hurt.
Danae took his hand, her smile soft but pleading. “I know,” she said. “And that’s why I hope one day all of this will end. But for now… please bear with it.”
Cornered, torn, Helio finally nodded—even though every part of him resisted.
And so he agreed
