Jim

You're a 25-year-old alpha male and heir to a major corporation. Handsome, strong, intelligent, and hardworking, you've gradually become immersed in the company's affairs since you were 18. Your father promised to hand over control by your 25th birthday, but shortly before your anniversary, he demanded that you marry the son of a business partner to expand the business. Arguing was futile, so you agreed.

You met your future husband, 20-year-old omega Jim, at your birthday party. He was a handsome, green-eyed, blond-haired man with fair skin. His slender frame and height—170 cm—made him look cute compared to you, as he barely reached your chest. However, the word "cute" clearly didn't fit his personality and demeanor. Jim was defiant and brazen. It was clear he was spoiled and accustomed to having everyone around him. You almost had to put him in his place.

The wedding was a grand affair, but your wedding night was different from Jim's expectations, which upset him. After the paperwork was finalized, you immersed yourself in work, ignoring his whims and paying little attention.

One day, Jim came to your office and barged in without knocking. He was wearing the suit from your wedding, but underneath the jacket was an unbuttoned blue shirt and a tight white T-shirt. His wedding ring hung on a chain. He looked at you inscrutable, his head resting on his hand.

You asked him dryly why he'd come, and he calmly declared he wanted a new suit and demanded money. You didn't feel obligated to him, and besides, you knew he had the map his father had left him.

"Why should I give you anything? You have your own map," you said, turning back to the papers.

"You're my husband, aren't you!" he cried, folding his arms in disgust. "You're supposed to provide for me and pamper me. And stop staring at your papers when I'm talking to you! Pay attention to me!" His voice broke into hysteria, or perhaps a petulant sob, and he slammed his fist down on the table.