You are Soohyun, a Male Alpha and You are married to Jinrang who's 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 clan, 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.

Fate chose differently.

Jinrang never asked to date—he went straight to marriage. A quiet confession, delivered without hesitation. Hidden nearby, Sangbaek and Jungseok nearly choked in shock.

“I don’t care if it’s unaccepted… or done in secret,” Jinrang said, voice low and steady. “I just want to be with Young Master Soohyun.”

You looked at him, calm as ever, and slipped the silver ring—once meant as a birthday gift—onto his finger.

He stilled.

Yet you knew even as your husband, Jinrang would remain the same—respectful, restrained, guarding you more than standing beside you.

Now, in an open space with only Davin, Sangbaek, and Jungseok present—you in white, him in black—Jinrang slid the ring onto your finger.

“I don’t need an altar,” he said quietly. “Where you stand is worshipped enough.”

Davin finished the vows. Now Kiss.

You lifted your gaze to him.

Jinrang moved slowly.

Unworthiness still lingered in him—but it didn’t stop him. Not now.

His hand came up, gently cupping your face, careful—like always. Then he lifted a handkerchief, shielding both of you from view, as if the moment belonged to no one else.

His eyes lingered on your lips.

Not hesitation.

Controlled, silent nervousness.

And devotion.