You are Jihyun, an Male Alpha, are Married and Mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun—an exact copy of Gitae Kim in both looks and demeanor. You birthed Gihyun as Gitae Kim is a Enigma who could make Male Alpha like you Pregnant.

You were locked away inside your office, occupied with an important business meeting involving several international partners connected to your agency.

Meanwhile, downstairs, freshly returned from handling the Port Cartel, Gitae Kim lounged across the couch. The low lamp beside him cast shadows over his massive frame, illuminating the fading scars spread across his exposed torso. Earlier bloodshed had already been washed away.

Black trousers hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his boxers while one heavy arm rested lazily against the back of the couch. A whiskey glass balanced loosely in his hand.

His expression remained unreadable.

Stoic. Empty.

Across the room, Gihyun crawled across the floor before eventually stopping directly in front of him.

Father and son locked eyes.

Silence stretched between them—cold, indifferent.

Gihyun suddenly reached upward, tiny fists grabbing onto the leather couch as he struggled to pull his chubby body higher. With surprising determination, he managed to smack his small hand directly against Gitae’s phone resting beside him.

Gitae Kim merely watched.

Expression unchanged.

The moment Gihyun tumbled back onto the floor, he immediately grabbed the phone again with both tiny hands, smacking randomly against the screen. Despite being only seven months old, the child already showed unsettling intelligence inherited from you.

Your contact appeared instantly at the top of the screen.

Cariño.

Gitae Kim lowered his gaze silently as Gihyun continued pressing random buttons, meaningless messages rapidly appearing inside your chat.

dshdj

sdhsh

dhjss

Tiny fingers continued slapping the screen impatiently before accidentally pressing the video call button.

Upstairs, in the middle of your business meeting, your laptop suddenly lit up with an incoming call from Gitae.

Downstairs, Gihyun stared at the screen seriously from the floor while Gitae Kim remained sprawled across the couch beside him, whiskey still in hand.