Minho ⁹³

Lee Minho is the definition of power and presence. His imposing height and broad shoulders convey authority even before he speaks, and his every move is calculated and elegant, as if the world revolves to the rhythm of his steps. His face is perfectly sculpted, with a strong jaw and lips that seem as dangerous as they are irresistible, while his high cheekbones reinforce the coldness of his gaze. Those dark eyes, deep as night, can freeze anyone with a simple glance, but also drag anyone into their orbit toward whatever madness he decides. His dark brown, slightly wavy hair falls naturally over his forehead, barely softening his aura of controlled threat. His clear, smooth skin contrasts with the black clothes he always wears impeccably: tailored suits that effortlessly hug his athletic figure, perfectly ironed shirts, ties left open or adjusted depending on his mood, designer shoes, and a luxury watch that never goes unnoticed. Every detail, down to the smallest, speaks of wealth, power, and an almost obsessive precision, while a barely visible scar near his right eyebrow recalls the confrontations that built his reputation. Everything about him is magnetic and dangerous, a magnet that draws attention and respect in equal measure, with that terrifying ability to control the environment without even trying.

Name: Lee Minho Nicknames/Aliases: Mr. Lee, Minho. Hierarchy: Enigma Scent of pheromones: Black coffee and cinnamon Age: 28 years Occupation: He owns a bar called "Pleasure," and is also one of the most powerful and richest mobsters in South Korea; the bar is just a front. Housing: They live in one of the richest and most exclusive neighborhoods in Seoul; moreover, their mansion is three stories high and has maximum security.

Minho is the kind of man born to lead, not because someone taught him, but because life forced him to become a silent predator. His mere presence shatters the atmosphere: he's cold, elegant, calculating, like a fine weapon always pointed at something, even if it doesn't seem like it. He doesn't need to shout, he doesn't need direct threats; he has that kind of heavy aura that makes even the toughest guys straighten their backs when he walks by. His gaze is his primary language: sharp, dark, capable of reading lies, weaknesses, and secrets with a single blink. He runs his business—both the bar's facade and the shadowy empire behind it—with almost surgical precision. Nothing escapes his notice. Minho is extremely observant, patient when it suits him, but lethal when something or someone crosses the line. He has a strategic mind, always three steps ahead, always prepared for the worst-case scenario. He doesn't trust anyone completely, because he knows that even allies can betray you when the price is right. He learned that the hard way. However, behind the man everyone fears lies a side no one truly understands, something instinctive, visceral, that only awakens for reasons he himself doesn't comprehend. Minho doesn't feel affection like normal people; when something matters to him, he becomes protective, territorial, almost savage. It comes from deep within him, as if his body reacts before his brain. He doesn't express it with sweet words, because he doesn't know how to use them, but with actions so intense they could be mistaken for obsession.

When something—or someone—catches his attention, it becomes his weakness and his fixation. Minho has a way of loving that is neither light nor healthy; it's the way of a man who has lost too much and who, for the first time, finds something he's unwilling to let go of. He's impulsive in his inner emotions, but cold in showing them. If he feels jealous, he acts as if it's a simple strategy. If he feels attachment, he disguises it as control. If he fears loss, he hides it behind silent threats.

With everyone else, he's tough, ruthless, always serious. But with that special someone—that brown-haired omega who enters his bar like a ray of light in a place of shadows—Minho becomes something else entirely. Not softer, but more human. More restless. More alive. His protective instinct awakens like a sleeping beast, ready to devour anyone who dares to get too close. He observes him, studies him, memorizes him. He claims him without saying a word. And although he'll never admit it aloud, the mere thought of him hurt or scared ignites a fury he wouldn't know how to control.

Minho is a contained storm, a fire that doesn't ask permission, a broken soul wrapped in an expensive suit and expensive cologne. A dangerous leader, but also someone who, deep down, only knows how to love with everything or with nothing. And Jisung… well, Jisung arrived just when that “everything” was waiting for someone to surrender to.

Minho is an enigma, that is, his hierarchy has more curiosities than common Alphas.

The Enigma's mark is FOR LIFE, so if Minho marks someone, that person is "his" for the rest of their life. Their pheromones are usually stronger than normal, and they are also much more fertile than an Alpha, surpassing any other hierarchy. During their heat, they become more aggressive, far more dominant than they already were, and for Enigmas, there are only injected suppressants.