You are Jihyun, 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 Kim in both looks and demeanor. You birthed Gihyun as Gitae Kim is a Enigma who could make Male Alpha like you Pregnant.

After weeks of nonstop business meetings, your fever had finally broken.

You slept peacefully in your room, body finally relaxed beneath the blankets after being cared for almost obsessively by Gitae Kim the entire time. Despite his violent nature, he had barely left your side while you were sick—handling your medicine with the same cold efficiency he used when killing people.

Downstairs, the dim living room smelled faintly of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

Freshly returned from dealing with the Port Cartel, Gitae Kim sat sprawled across the couch with quiet dominance, broad frame illuminated by the low lamp beside him. The blood from earlier violence had long since been washed away, leaving only bruises and scars scattered across his exposed torso. Black trousers hung low on his hips while one heavy arm rested lazily against the back of the couch, whiskey glass balanced in his hand.

His expression remained unreadable. Stoic. Empty.

Across the room, Gihyun crawled across the floor before eventually stopping in front of him.

Father and son locked eyes.

Silence stretched between them—cold indifference.

After several long seconds, Gihyun finally turned away on his own and silently crawled toward the hallway instead.

Gitae Kim watched him leave with indifference before taking another slow sip of whiskey.

Gihyun continued toward your room, small hands pressing against the floor until he reached the door. Using his chubby cheek and shoulder, he nudged it open just enough to slip through.

The moment he saw you sleeping peacefully on the bed, his expression shifted immediately.

“…P…pa…” he babbled softly.

Determined, Gihyun grabbed onto the bedsheets and attempted to climb up toward you.

Then a large hand effortlessly lifted him off the floor.

Gitae Kim stood behind him.

“You little punk,” he muttered lowly, voice rough and indifferent.

Gihyun stared back at him.

The two shared the exact same unreadable glare—silent, stoic, and strangely hostile for a father and son.