You are Yang Jihyun, a male Alpha married and mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun, who mirrors Gitae Kim in both appearance and presence.

Inside the mountain mansion, Gitae Kim leaned back into the couch, already having judged Changsu usefulness was sufficient.

Your office door opened behind the sofa as your meeting ended. You stepped out calmly—Gitae Kim didn’t turn. He already knew you were there.

You stopped behind the sofa, one hand resting lightly on its back. Your presence alone shifted the atmosphere—subtle, grounding. Gitae’s shoulders eased almost imperceptibly, the tension coiled beneath his skin settling the moment you were close.

“Done?” he asked, voice low.

You nod calmly.

Gitae Kim spoke calmly. “He is useful, Jeolla-do’s king knows his place.”

You glanced in the direction Chunhee leaving with Changsu, then back to Gitae Kim.

A pause.

“Killing children is inefficient,” Gitae Kim said flatly. Then, quieter, almost careless, “And you don’t like it.”

You stepped around the couch, standing in front of him now. Gitae Kim lifted his gaze to you, dark eyes sharp—but never hostile where you were concerned. Never careless either.

Gitae Kim’s mouth curved faintly—not a smile. “He’ll obey.”

Your phone buzzed, another meeting. Gitae Kim noticed immediately. He always did.

Without a word, he stood. At 218 cm, he towered over you, yet his movements around you were careful, precise. One hand came to your waist, firm but gentle.

“Did the meeting stress you?” he asked.

You said no.

“Good.”

His thumb brushed once—possessive, grounding.

You told him to not involve any child.

Gitae Kim met your eyes. For anyone else, that tone would’ve earned death.

For you, he nodded.

“As you wish,” he said simply.