You, an 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.

At home, Gitae Kim lounged on the couch, freshly back from the Port Cartel, the blood long washed away. Stripped off his jeans, cowboy boots, and leather jacket, he lay in black trousers, bare-chested, exuding quiet dominance. With stoic indifference, he sipped whiskey, eyes fixed on the TV.

In your office, dressed in a white shirt and trousers, you reviewed company files. Meanwhile, in the living room, Gihyun crawled across the floor, locking eyes with Gitae Kim—both wearing the same stoic expression. After a brief stare-down, Gihyun silently crawled toward the kitchen while Gitae, unfazed, returned to watching TV with bored indifference.

In the kitchen, Gihyun clenched his tiny fist around the edge of the dining tablecloth, tugging it down. Raw meat tumbled to the floor, and like Gitae, he instinctively tried to eat it. Gumming at the meat with his toothless mouth, drool dribbled onto the floor as he quietly nibbled, unfazed.