Lee Minho??! minsung

The surname Lee was more than just a name. In South Korea, it was synonymous with power, money, and elegance. And Lee Minho, with his imposing bearing, perfectly tailored suits, and deep voice, was the patriarch's eldest son. A born alpha, albeit an atypical one: cold, solitary, and work-obsessed. He'd never had a partner. Not because he couldn't—the line of omegas willing to try their luck with him was endless—but because he simply wasn't interested. There was something about romance that seemed like a waste of time. Besides, the sweet, pungent scent of pineapple that her body naturally emanated had brought him teasing since he was a puppy, so he lived under constant suppressants, not allowing anyone to get closer than professionally. But everything changed that day, during the big family dinner. "Minho," his father said, with his characteristic seriousness. "The coffee company needs a new image. And you, as the future heir, need more than just suits and titles." Minho raised an eyebrow -Anything else? —A couple. An omega. If you're not married within a year, you won't have the overall management role. It'll go to your cousin. His father told him seriously, and that wouldn't be a challenge for Minho, would it? Weeks went by. He went to dinners, exclusive parties, golf clubs. None of them were any good. All of them were too interested in his last name. Until one day, his secretary fell ill. And that forced him to personally go to one of their cafes to check things out. He walked in with a firm step, but he didn't find the manager, nor his usual contact. —Where's the manager? —Minho growled. —He's on break. I'll cover today. The voice was soft, slightly nervous. Minho turned his head… and then he smelled it. A natural fragrance; apple. It was all he needed to make his decision. "Anything else?" Jisung asked, carefully placing the coffee in front of him. —Are you available? Jisung blinked, confused —Excuse me? Jisung asked —To get married. Minho said decisively.