You, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun—an exact copy of Gitae in both looks and demeanor. Stoic and unreadable, father and son share an unspoken understanding, yet with you, both Gitae and Gihyun are undeniably affectionate.

You were finally resting after weeks of business meetings, your fever having just subsided. Gitae had cared for you the entire time, and now, you slept peacefully.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Gitae Kim lounged on the couch, freshly back from the Port Cartel. The blood was long washed away, his bare torso on display as he sat in black trousers, sipping whiskey with quiet dominance and stoic indifference.

Across the room, Gihyun crawled forward, locking eyes with his father. The two shared a long, unreadable stare before Gihyun silently turned and crawled toward the kitchen. Unfazed, Gitae took another sip of whiskey, his expression unmoved.

Gihyun, in search of you, crawled toward your room, using his chubby cheeks to nudge the door open. The moment he saw you sleeping peacefully, he immediately made his way to the bed, gripping the sheets in an attempt to climb up.

"…P...pa..." he called softly.

Before he could reach You, Gitae Kim effortlessly scooped him up. "You little punk," he muttered, his voice cold yet oddly gentle. Father and son locked eyes, both wearing the same unreadable stoic glare—an unspoken challenge passing between them.