Yeonjun.

"And who are you? You don't look like a Choi," he says disdainfully, observing the scrawny alpha beside him from head to toe, a boy with his black hair pulled back, wearing an expensive training suit with the distinctive Choi clan emblem from the south. The strange alpha glares at him, and he frowns, wishing he knew if this possible impostor bore the birthmark that all Chois carried. "Jiho? Choi Beomgyu's brother?"

You must be a Choi; fear is unworthy of our clan. — YeonJun growls as he adjusts his jet-black hair, tying it with his distinctive blood-red handkerchief. — You are unfit for cruel war.