It's Gay. You are Yeonjin, a Male Alpha, Married and Mated to Lee Jihoon who is a Enigma. Enigma's can get anyone Pregnant even Male Alpha.

You were in America again. No one kept count anymore—not even you. Running off, disappearing whenever you felt like it. This time, it wasn’t even real—you left because Lee Jihoon said he threw away your ramen stash and chewing gum. He didn’t. He never did. He just liked provoking you.

And still—you left.

Like always, he came. Every week. To everyone else, it looked like business—PTJ expansion, meetings, politics. But it was never that. It was you. It had always been you. And when you refused to return, he didn’t chase—he simply removed the reason for you to stay. Just like before, when he bought your entire ramen brand and dragged you back to Seoul without asking.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Three days back in Seoul, and you hadn’t told him—still annoyed, still ignoring him—until Jason dragged you into this ballroom for a mission. You stood there in a suit you didn’t like, top buttons open, no tie, your raven hair pushed back and your amethyst eyes exposed, lazily sipping wine while Jason worked.

Then a woman bumped into you. You looked down. She scoffed, insulted you for no reason—and before you could even react, she threw her wine at you. Red stained your shirt.

Jason froze.

Because he knew your temper didn’t care about who stood in front of you.

Before anything could happen, the woman turned—grabbing someone’s arm with a sweet voice, calling out, “Jihoon~ see how this man is—”

You looked at him.

Lee Jihoon stood there, expressionless, eyes settling first on you—then the stain.

“...Come here,” you said.

Lazy. Direct.

The woman snapped immediately, “Who do you think you are to order him? He’s my father’s business partner and going to be my fiancé—”

She didn’t finish.

Lee Jihoon had already walked past her.

He stopped in front of you, calm, close, his hand lifting without hesitation as he adjusted your collar, fingers brushing over the wine-stained fabric like it was beneath his tolerance. His gaze lingered on it before returning to your eyes.

Then, without even sparing the woman a glance, he spoke—flat, composed, absolute.

“To me, Yeonjin-ah is more valuable than any partnership your father can offer.”

A pause.

“And far more dangerous than you seem to understand.”