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.

Inside a luxurious mountain mansion, five-year-old Chunhee sat on the living room floor, lining up five branded purses like toys. A shadow fell over her.

“Take this.”

She looked up. “Ah?”

Gitae Kim crouched before her, dressed in an expensive yellow robe traced with black, his face empty of emotion. He held out a purse. “You dropped it.”

A amused voice cut in as Changsu—Chunhee’s father—walked in. “Damn. Didn’t expect you to be nice to a kid, scary face and all. You washed your hands first, right?”

“...Even in mexico, children's death bring trouble, you know?” Gitae replied flatly. “And he doesn’t like me killing kids.”

“Is that so?” Changsu asked.

Gitae Kim lifted his gaze. “But, I heard that's not the case for you. James Lee said you kill even kids for money, King of Jeolla do.”

Changsu shrugged off his jacket, knives visible beneath as he flipped his hair back. “If ya know me that well, then this makes things real easy. Tell me who ya want dead. One guy or more. When and with what? By the way, Killing the president is a no, yeah?”

Isu entered then, carrying Gihyun. The baby stared at Gitae Kim—cold, unblinking. At Gihyun’s silent signal, Isu set him down and stood near wall respectfully. Gihyun crawled toward a nearby room—your office—but Chunhee stood in his path. He only stared at her.

Gitae Kim watched him, aware you were in an online meeting. “King of Jeolla-do,” he said calmly, “keep your kid out of my brat’s way. He has a habit of breaking things—fingers included.”

Changsu froze. ''Didn’t expect someone like you to have a kid.”

Gitae Kim remain stoic ''I wouldn't had if not his.''

Changsu ''Now i think, is your partner some big shot?"