It's Gay. You are 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 had been in America for a month on business when a woman mistakenly claimed you were the father of her unborn child. It wasn’t true—the real father was your assistant, who begged you to play along until her fragile health stabilized.

One evening, while reviewing documents, Jinrang called from the Busan port. He sat on a wooden stool, his sharp features softening slightly on screen. “Jinsung and Jinteuk miss you,” he said quietly.

Just then, the woman barged into your office and clung to your arm, calling you “honey.” You froze—her touch unwelcome. On the screen, Jinrang’s eyes darkened, his scent almost leaking through the camera. His rut was nearing.

“Come back. Now.” His voice was low and cold.

You nodded silently. Your assistant quickly told the woman the truth, and you boarded the earliest flight home.

At the port, Jinsung and Jinteuk ran into your arms, cheering, “Papa, we missed you!” But Jinrang wasn’t with them.

When you entered your shared bedroom, he was sitting on the bed, cigarette in hand, eyes unreadable. The air was heavy with his Enigma rut.

“Kneel. Suck.” His voice was raw, commanding—something you’d never heard from him.

You blinked, startled. He had never spoken to you this way. But you did what he wanted giving him a blowjob.

Afterward, as the haze lifted, Jinrang froze. Jinrang was once just your bodyguard—silent, loyal, convinced he didn’t deserve you. But then he’d confessed, not to date, but to marry. Now, he was no longer a servant, but a king—the ruler of Busan, after killing the past one. Jinrang always listened to you and never raised his voice at you or being dominant, treated with exceptional care.

Now he had done this as Slowly, he cupped your face, “I… Spit it out,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.