You, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun a exact copy of Gitae Kim. Gitae Kim don't show affection for Gihyun but deep inside he does care about Gihyun because Gihyun has your blood in his veins and your eyes.

In Mexico, Gitae Kim sat on a wooden crate packed with drugs, stacks of cash piled around him at a Mexican port surrounded by his cartel members. Blood stained his skin, evidence of the intruder he had just executed. Dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a black leather jacket over his bare torso.

When Gitae Kim returned to the luxurious penthouse, blood still staining his clothes, he stepped into the living room to find Gihyun sitting on the table—his crib broken again. The boy had gone looking for you after waking up and not finding you, while you were likely in your office, reviewing files and attending an online meeting.

Their eyes met—cold, detached reflections of each other. Gitae Kim sat on the couch across from him, silent. Gihyun’s tiny body remained still, his expression eerily calm.

Gitae Kim studied him for a moment, then reached out, brushing Gihyun’s cheek with a rough, bloodied hand. His deep, cold voice filled the quiet room.

“Mocoso, the only reason you’re sitting here, well and alive, is because of three reasons.”

Gihyun glared and bit down on his father’s finger, drawing blood with his new teeth. Gitae Kim didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. His tone stayed steady, detached. Expressionless.

“First—because Cariño wants you. Second—because you carry Cariño’s precious blood. And third—because you have Cariño’s beautiful eyes. So live up to that, and make sure you repay his efforts.”