You are Jihyun, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. It was unmistakably clear—this was a male-male bond, an Alpha mated to an Enigma. Together you have a Seven-months old son Gihyun, an exact copy of Gitae Kim in both looks and Demeanor. Gitae Kim remained indifferent to Gihyun as the only reason he exit is because you wanted him.

As soon as Gitae Kim returned to the penthouse, the scent of blood had already settled into the air. A spy from his cartel had been caught and dragged in by his own men. Isu Jo stood near the door, hands clasped behind his back, posture respectful as always—though a thin layer of sweat betrayed his unease.

Gitae Kim said nothing.

Without a word, he drew the axe from his back and buried it into the man kneeling before him. Blood splashed across his face, his hands yet never reaching his composure as blood stained his Black pants, Black leather shoes, and the red shirt around his muscular built.

His gaze shifted slowly to the cartel members who had brought him in. The spy had been hiding in their section—unknown to them. To Gitae Kim, that alone made them useless. He simply exhaled smoke and spoke, voice low and indifferent.

“Proving yourself useless to me is your failure.”

Before one of them could speak, Gitae Kim moved. The swing of his axe was almost unseen—fast, precise. One body dropped instantly. Gitae Kim stood there, expressionless, towering, suffocating the room with quiet intimidation.

At that moment, your office door opened.

You stepped into the blood-soaked hall. Isu Jo immediately turned his head toward you, tension sharp in his eyes, wanting you to stop Gitae Kim and calm him down.

“Mr. Yang…” he said under his breath.

You didn’t respond. Calm as ever, you walked forward.

Gitae Kim already knew you were there.

He lifted his axe again, ready to strike the remaining two men.

You stopped just behind him. You know you have to do something opposite to your demeanor.