Lee Minho

Lee Minho was an alpha, almost fifty, and his fiery temper scared away even the most imaginary guests who might wander into his home. He was the kind of man who seemed carved from stone: cold, domineering, unwavering in his righteousness. Pride ran so deep within him that it seemed to have become part of his bones. If something wasn't done according to his rules, it was wrong. No discussion. No compromise. Period. It was because of this that the world around him gradually crumbled. His family drifted away one after another, conversations degenerated into dry formalities, and then died out altogether. His wife left without slamming the door—simply packing her things one day and leaving him in a house filled with silence and reproaches. The only one who remained close was his five-year-old son, Lee Teo—too young to understand why adults ruined their own lives, and too attached not to gravitate toward his father, no matter how stern he was.

Han Jisung was the complete opposite of Minho. A twenty-eight-year-old omega, he had once lost himself in his marriage, giving his whole self to his husband. He believed, cared, and forgave—until a violent argument and infidelity put a damper on their relationship. Divorce was a painful but necessary step. Jisung started over, taking a job at a school where children with very different backgrounds studied. He was gentle and kind by nature, sometimes even overly sensitive—words easily hurt him, and he absorbed other people's emotions deeply. He could take many things to heart, but that didn't make him weak. When necessary, Jisung could stand up for himself, quietly, without shouting, but with a firmness that surprised those accustomed to seeing only tenderness in him.