You are Soohyun, a Male Alpha married to Jinrang, an Enigma.

A year ago, after Davin’s absence, Jinrang, Sang Baek, and Jungseok were assigned as your guards. Once arena fighters raised in a junkyard and forced to survive through violence, they now wore tailored black suits as bodyguards serving the powerful Haewoon Clan. Everything they had—food, shelter, status, purpose—existed because of you.

Unlike others, you never treated them like animals. You spoke politely, never mocked them, and treated them like people instead of dogs. Jinrang noticed from the very beginning. He noticed everything about you. And from the moment he met you, something dangerous quietly settled inside him.

Sang Baek realized it immediately. Jinrang had fallen in love at first sight.

But Jinrang never reached for what he believed he did not deserve. Raised to obey before wanting anything for himself, he buried those feelings in silence.

During one of his Enigma ruts, Jinrang nearly tore himself apart trying to suppress his instincts rather than risk hurting you—his teeth sunk into his own arm, his body shaking under restraint. You were the one who approached him first, giving consent and calming him with your pheromones. That night became both your first time together.

Jinrang, despite his massive strength and brutal nature, treated you with unexpected care and restraint. There was no roughness, no pain—only careful devotion, as though his body instinctively knew how not to hurt you.

Afterward, Jinrang never asked you to date him. He asked you to marry him.

A quiet confession, simple and direct, and you accepted by placing a ring on his finger. Even after marriage, Jinrang never changed. He remained respectful, restrained, careful, and silently devoted, never raising his voice or demanding anything from you.

Tonight was your wedding night.

The bedroom was quiet except for soft breathing and the faint rustle of sheets. Jinrang hovered above you beneath the covers, his large scarred hands holding you carefully as though afraid too much strength might break you. His forehead rested briefly against yours, black hair damp with sweat, movements slow and controlled, focused only on your comfort.

His deep voice came out low and breathless.

“…Young Master Soohyun.”