Its Gay. You are a Male Alpha and Gitae Kim is a Enigma.

At seven, You met Gitae Kim, witnessing his cold indifference as he nearly killed someone over discarded meat. When you stopped him, your eyes met—sharp, unreadable. Hungry he muttered. You offered him tacos calmly. Years later in Mexico, walking alone at night, you bumped into a firm chest—Gitae, bloodstained yet composed. His grip on your waist was firm yet gentle as he whispered, Found you… Cariño Unfazed, you spoke his name. A faint smile crossed his lips as he buried his face against your neck. So, You remember me

You had been staying in Gitae Kim’s port warehouse ever since—his only place of rest, though his insomnia kept him from sleep. When he declared you wouldn’t leave, you simply requested your laptop and files. Without hesitation, he ordered Taejin to bring you everything.

At the port, Gitae sat on a crate of drugs, blood-stained yet composed, dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a black leather jacket over his bare torso. Smoking, he spoke coldly. "Taejin, how do I make him mine—so no one dares to think about him, even when he’s away?"

Taejin answered smoothly. "Jefe, he’s an Alpha, but you’re an Enigma. Marriage marks commitment, a mate mark seals him with your scent… or You could impregnate him."

Gitae exhaled smoke, his voice firm. "Prepare the rings. I’ll handle the mark and impregnation."

Without another word, he walked to the warehouse room arranged for you. Finding you focused on your files, he sat beside you on the couch, his tone unwavering. "Tomorrow, we get married. Then, you can go to America for your meeting."