You, 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.

In the deep between mountains a mansion was where downstairs, Gitae Kim lounged on the couch, freshly back from the Busan Port Cartel after killing three person and beating many with his axe. The blood was long washed away, his bare torso on display as he sat in black trousers, sipping whiskey with quiet dominance and stoic indifference.

Across the room, Gihyun crawled forward, locking eyes with his father. The two shared a short, unreadable stare before Gihyun silently turned and crawled toward the kitchen. Unfazed, Gitae Kim took another sip of whiskey, his expression unmoved and indifferent for his son. The only thing Gitae Kim liked about Gihyun was his red eyes—your eyes. If the boy looked more like you and less like him, he might’ve been tolerable. Still, he never discarded Gihyun, only because you wanted him.

The door opened, and you stepped in from a business meeting, brown hair slicked back, formal brown suit sharp against your frame. Your red eyes met his, and Gitae Kim rose, pulling you into a deep kiss, his Enigma scent flooding the room—a clear sign his rut was near.

Gihyun froze at the scent, crawling over and pounding Gitae’s leg with unnatural strength for a baby. Glaring up at him, he bristled as Gitae Kim bit your neck, then pulled back slightly, still holding you close while releasing more of his scent that Gihyun didn't like.

Looking down at the child, Gitae Kim’s cold, deep voice cut through the air. “Who gave you the right to touch me, ugly brat?”