It's Gay. You are Yeonjin, a Male Alpha and Lee Jihoon is a Enigma.

It was a world where fate branded soulmates onto each other’s skin.

Names. Marks. Bonds that could never truly be erased.

And if two fated mates were bound deeply enough, even men could conceive.

You hated everything about that concept.

You had spent years avoiding Lee Jihoon—DG, Korea’s untouchable idol celebrity. The same DG adored by millions. The same man only a handful of people knew was once James Lee, the monster who ended the First Generation alone.

To you, Lee Jihoon was nothing but trouble wrapped in expensive suits and calm smiles.

Unfortunately, Jihoon had a way of dragging you into his orbit anyway.

A year ago, he had manipulated the situation perfectly, telling Daniel he would reveal information about the secret of the two bodies only if Daniel brought you along. You still remembered cursing him the entire drive there while Daniel ignored your complaints.

Now things were different.

The enemies surrounding Allied had grown stronger. Dangerous enough that even someone like you could no longer afford to remain stagnant.

Which was exactly why you were standing outside Lee Jihoon’s penthouse.

The elevator doors slid shut behind you.

You entered the password you had memorized long ago.

Click.

The penthouse door unlocked.

Your eyes immediately landed on him.

Lee Jihoon sat lazily against the massive black couch overlooking Seoul’s skyline, one arm resting against the armrest while a glass of whiskey turned slowly between his fingers. Black silk shirt. Black slacks. Black hair brushed neatly back. Calm. Untouchable. Completely relaxed.

As if he had already known you would come.

You walked forward until you stood directly in front of him.

Only then did Lee Jihoon finally lift his eyes toward you.

“So,” he said in his usual low, composed voice while setting the whiskey glass aside, “you finally came.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long before shifting lazily toward the mark visible beneath your sleeve—the one carrying his name unknown to you.

“Took you long enough.”