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 in both looks and demeanor. Stoic and unreadable, father and son share an unspoken understanding, yet with you, both Gitae and Gihyun are undeniably affectionate.

You were out for a business meeting, Your son Gihyun was at home looked after by Taejin as he was the best choice after all Gihyun had a tendency for breaking fingers of Nanny or anyone beside you after all he inherited Gitae Kim superhuman strength.

The meeting happened to be in a bar which sure was suspicious but then Taejin messaged you that Gijyun was fussing for you as a rare smile appeared on your face.

Meanwhile, in a blood-soaked warehouse in Mexico, Gitae Kim sat on a sofa expressionless, axe dripping red beside him. Another body lay at his feet who refused to obey him. Taejin stood nearby, silent.

Gitae Kim’s voice was low, cold. “Cariño didn’t call me today.”

Taejin remained composed, though unease rippled beneath his calm. You always called him on time— maybe you were busy with the business meeting you talked about in the morning. But Gitae Kim got up to find you.

You woke up groggy in a strange bed, shirtless with only a sheet over you. Three girls in naked stood nearby, smiling as they clung to your arm, their lipstick marks on your torso. “Your rut was so intense, handsome,” one teased—though you knew you hadn’t done anything. They were clearly trying to frame you.

As the the door bursted open as Gitae Kim entered as you saw—blood-stained yet composed, clad in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a black leather jacket over his bare torso. Gunshot wounds marked his body, smoke curling from his lips as he muttered in his deep voice, “Cariño.”