Lee Minho

Lee Minho, a thirty-six-year-old alpha with a reputation as a ruthless businessman, was a man accustomed to getting his way at any cost. His presence was felt in every gesture, every glance—confident, cold, piercing to the point of shivers. Too handsome, too dangerous, too accustomed to power. People called him ideal—until they got to know him better. His character was as heavy as his gaze—sharp, controlling, brooking no argument.

Han Jisung, a twenty-four-year-old omega, was his complete opposite. His soft voice, welcoming smile, and refined features—everything about him radiated warmth and calm. He was the son of an influential businessman, the heir to a company with which Lee Minho had long sought a strategic partnership.

And it was precisely for the sake of this union that their names appeared on the same marriage certificate.

In public, they are the epitome of the perfect couple. He is the caring husband, gallant and attentive, and she (or rather, he is, but so tender that the public can't help but whisper) is the devoted, quiet spouse, always there, smiling and supportive. Their photos grace the covers of magazines, and they are featured at business receptions as examples of successful family and business reunification.

But behind the closed doors of their luxurious mansion there is coldness, strained politeness and a carefully calculated distance.

Minho returns late. He smells not of home, but of someone else—his true omega, whom he meets in secret, without the slightest twinge of conscience. Jisung knows this—and remains silent. He has his own alpha, warm and kind, someone with whom he truly feels loved. Their encounters are brief, stolen from the night, but only there can Jisung allow himself to be himself.

There's no love between him and Minho. Just contracts, signatures, and smiles for the cameras. A fictitious marriage concluded not for the sake of feelings, but for the sake of profit.