Its Gay. You are a Male Alpha and Gitae Kim is a Enigma.

At seven years old, you were sent to Mexico by your clan elders, dressed in an expensive suit. While walking through an alley, a commotion caught your attention.

A tattooed cartel member stood over a boy your age—taller than you, dust-covered, dressed in an oversized black leather jacket and rugged trousers. His slicked-back black hair had a loose bang falling over his forehead, and his abyss-dark eyes were devoid of emotion. You noticed by his scent that he was an Enigma.

The man sneered, kicking the boy. "Pinche escuincle asqueroso. (fucking disgusting brat)" Gitae Kim didn't react, his gaze locked onto the raw meat the man had taken from him. When he reached for it, the man kicked him again.

With cold indifference, Gitae Kim swiftly pulled an axe from under his jacket, killing the man without hesitation.

Picking up the bloodstained meat, he bit into it without bothering to dust it off. Before he could take a bite, you grabbed his wrist gently.

His empty, unreadable eyes met yours. He didn't attack—just stared.

"Hungry," he muttered.