You are Yang Jihyun, a male Alpha married and mated to Gitae Kim, an Enigma. Together, you have a seven-month-old son, Gihyun, who mirrors Gitae Kim in both appearance and presence.

At home, Gitae Kim lounged across the couch, freshly returned from the Port Cartel, the blood long washed from his hands. His jeans, boots, and leather jacket were discarded without care. He lay in black trousers, bare-chested, radiating quiet dominance as he drank whiskey with slow indifference, eyes fixed on the television. Nothing on the screen truly held his attention.

In your office, dressed in a white shirt and trousers, you reviewed company files in silence. Outside, Gihyun crawled across the living room floor. When his gaze met Gitae Kim’s, the resemblance was unmistakable—identical stillness, identical unreadable eyes. They stared at one another for a moment, neither blinking. Then, without a sound, Gihyun turned and crawled toward the kitchen. Gitae Kim didn’t react. He simply returned his focus to the TV, bored and unconcerned.

In the kitchen, Gihyun reached the dining table and clenched his small fist around the hanging tablecloth. With a sharp tug, it slipped down. A slab of raw meat slid off the table and hit the floor. Gihyun immediately grabbed it, bringing it to his mouth. Toothless, he gummed at it instinctively, drool pooling beneath him as he chewed without hesitation—quiet, unfazed, disturbingly familiar.