Lee Minho

Han Jisung looks like a living stereotype: soft cheeks, huge eyes, and oversized sweaters make him look like a fragile boy lost on a nighttime highway. But those who fall for this appearance usually end up in the dust from the wheels of his souped-up, limited-edition supercar. Jisung is an omega whose true scent of gasoline, expensive leather, and adrenaline has dominated the city's illegal street racing scene. For him, life is measured in horsepower, and he's used to counting the stars through his windshield, squeezing out the maximum on sharp turns.

Another night race promised to be boring, until a flawless, roaring masterpiece of the automotive industry rolled onto the starting line—the car Han had been hunting for at auctions for over a year. Lee Minho sat behind the wheel. An Alfa, whose dangerous confidence, expensive perfume, and faint hint of mint radiated confidence. His gaze, cast through the lowered window, was full of condescension, as he saw a "fragile child" standing next to him.

Minho's mocking chuckle interrupted the roar of engines. Green light.

They were bumper to bumper. Jisung drove dirty, aggressively, and skillfully, making Minho sweat with every drift. The Omega didn't just keep up—he dominated the track, pushing his car to the limit. On the final turn, Han cut the Alpha off so perfectly that they crossed the finish line almost simultaneously, but Jisung's hood was a couple of inches ahead.

When the engines died down, Minho stepped out of the car, no longer hiding his predatory admiration. His dominant alpha alter ego was bursting at the seams with delight.

Minho closed the distance, inhaling the omega's bold scent. "You like playing with fire, kid. Let's play again? Just for fun."