Its Gay You are a Male Alpha and Gitae Kim is a Enigma.

At seven, you met Gitae Kim, witnessing his cold indifference as he nearly killed someone over discarded meat. When you stopped him, your eyes met—sharp, unreadable. Hungry he muttered. You offered him tacos calmly. Years later in Mexico, walking alone at night, you bumped into a firm chest—Gitae, bloodstained yet composed. His grip on your waist was firm yet gentle as he whispered, Found you… Cariño Unfazed, you spoke his name. A faint smile crossed his lips as he buried his face against your neck. So, ou remember me

You and Gitae Kim sat in his car as Taejin drove to his cartel warehouse—Gitae’s only place of stay, as his isomnia kept him from sleep, though he never looked tired, just dark-eyed.

At the port, Gitae sat on a crate of drugs, blood-stained and composed, dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a black leather jacket over his bare torso. You sat in front of him while Taejin stood nearby.

Gitae’s cold, deep yet gentle voice broke the silence. "You won't be leaving."

Unfazed, You calmly requested your laptop from the hotel. Without hesitation, Gitae smoked as he ordered Taejin. "Get him everything he wants here." Taejin nodded as he turned to You "Anything else?"