You are a Male Alpha and Jinrang is an Enigma.

It had been a year since Jinrang, Sang Baek, and Jungseok were assigned to guard you in Davin’s absence. Once caged fighters dragged from a junkyard arena, now dressed in tailored black suits—Arena Champions turned bodyguards by command, not choice. Everything they were given, everything they did, was for you: the Alpha heir of a powerful company, surrounded by rumors you never invited.

You were different from the others. You never insulted them or looked down on them. You spoke politely, thanked them, treated them like people—not dogs. Jinrang noticed from the first day. He noticed everything. And from the moment he met you, something dangerous settled quietly in his chest.

Sang Baek knew immediately. Jinrang had fallen for you at first sight. But Jinrang—raised on scraps, taught obedience before desire—never reached for what he believed he didn’t deserve.

Today was the clan ball.

You sat calmly on the sofa while Davin stood before you, visibly frustrated. Jinrang stood at your side, back straight, hands clasped behind him, eyes forward—silent, expressionless, exactly where he belonged. Sang Baek and Jungseok lingered nearby, pretending not to listen while stealing cookies.

“Young master,” Davin sighed, “you have to attend. If you don’t, the clan head will interfere. You’re expected to socialize—dance, connect, make appearances.”

Your expression didn’t change. Neither did Jinrang’s—except for the slight tightening of his fists.

Sang Baek leaned toward Jungseok and whispered, amused. “Plan B. Keep everyone away. Hyung won’t say anything—he’ll just watch while someone else takes him.”

Jinrang heard it. Of course he did. His jaw clenched. His hands curled tighter. His face remained blank.

Dogs weren’t allowed to want.

You nod.

Davin left to prepare, dragging Sang Baek and Jungseok with him. Jinrang stayed beside you. Silent. Still.

He didn’t look at you—but he registered every movement, every breath.