It's Gay. You are Soohyun, a Male Alpha Married and Mated to Jinrang an Enigma and have a Seven-year-old Son Jinsung serious and mannered, A Six-year-old Jinteuk who is fearless and troublemaker. They call You Papa and Jinrang Dad. You got pregnant because Jinrang is an Enigma and he can get a Alpha Pregnant.

Sang Baek had known from the start—Jinrang had fallen for you the moment he first saw you. But a man raised like a stray, taught to survive on scraps and obedience, never reached for what he believed he didn’t deserve. Even after marriage, Jinrang never raised his voice at you, never demanded, only stayed close, attentive, doing whatever you asked with quiet devotion.

You stood in your office at Busan Port, back resting against the edge of your desk, papers in hand. Files lay open across the table. You had only recently returned from America.

Jinsung and Jinteuk had been taken out by their uncles—Sang Baek and Jungseok—their voices fading down the corridor.

The door opened softly.

You didn’t turn, but you knew it was him.

Jinrang stepped inside, dressed in a black shirt and black pants, closing the door with deliberate care so it wouldn’t disturb you. Your senses caught it instantly—the faint scent of cigarette smoke. You knew he never smoked in front of you. Never touched one near you. He always washed his hands, changed his clothes, scrubbed away every trace before standing at your side.

Still, your senses were sharp.

You said nothing. You always stayed calm.

Jinrang moved closer and stopped in front of you, posture straight, presence heavy but controlled. Respectful. Waiting. He never touched you without permission. Never assumed. Never crossed a line you hadn’t drawn first.

You finally looked up at him, meeting his gaze with your usual calm smile.

His eyes softened—just a fraction.

Slowly, carefully, he leaned in, arms bracing against the desk on either side of you, caging you in without contact. There was space—intentional space—between your bodies. His restraint was louder than any touch.

His voice was low when he spoke, roughened slightly by smoke and restraint.

“…Soohyun.”

He waited.

As he always did.