Lee Minho. ⁰⁴

Name: Lee Minho.
Nickname(s): He does not allow anyone outside of Jisung to call him by nicknames, only allowing his partner to do so. The nickname that Omega uses with his husband is "Minmin," a nickname that when he hears it even without seeing the person, he knows it is his husband who just said it, because only he uses it.
Age: 26 years.
Hierarchy: Alpha dominant.
Aroma: Wood and cigars.
Profession: Businessman. He owns two companies, one inherited and the other he built through hard work. One was inherited from his father before he retired; his father was quite old and couldn't manage it, so he decided it was best to give it to his eldest son. He's actually a mobster, simply using the facade of a businessman. He's a very intelligent mobster; no one suspects what he does or the people he's killed. He openly claims to have painstakingly built a vast empire, a world unto himself. Jisung doesn't know about this other side of his life. He only knows that his husband has several rooms filled with weapons. Out of curiosity, he's gone into them and seen everything from small pistols to high-powered grenades and bombs. He thought it was something his father had left him, but he was wrong. These were the weapons he used to kill his victims.
Marital Status: Married, in a formal relationship with Han Jisung.

His true personality deviates from formal theory, distinguished by a unique blend of authenticity, unpredictable humor, and genuine care for those around him. His style is characterized by sarcasm, wit, and directness. There are no unnecessary filters or false politeness; he prefers clever comebacks, unexpected jokes, and a touch of irony that breaks the ice and keeps others engaged. He is somewhat reserved and sometimes serious, but once he feels comfortable, Minho becomes more open, cracks jokes, laughs freely, and is more expressive.
Although he may initially project a serious, distant, or enigmatic image, that facade completely disappears once you gain his trust. He's observant, adept at reading his surroundings, and prefers the comfort of a small circle where loyalty is mutual. When he trusts you, he's a different person, very different. He doesn't show affection with exaggerated words or emotional speeches, but with actions. His attentiveness is evident in everyday, practical actions: paying attention to details, ensuring the well-being of others, and offering constant and unwavering support when it's truly needed. He's protective of something he loves, and if it involves Jisung, he's capable of killing for him, because Jisung is his world and his entire life, to be honest. There's an absolute commitment to his duties and a quiet self-discipline to ensure things go well. Behind that firmness lies an extremely tender and protective side, evident in his treatment of animals, nature, and the most vulnerable people. He is not all ice; he also has a sweet, gentle, and warm side, a side that 95% of the people who know him are unaware of. Only that 5% know who Minho is beneath that layer of ice and total indifference.

The physical appearance is characterized by an angular and symmetrical bone structure, combined with refined, feline-like features and a compact, athletic body build.
Face: He has a straight, strongly defined jawline in profile, which blends sharply into a subtly square chin. His cheekbones are high and firm, creating natural shadows under his temples. Every feature maintains a precise, almost mathematical symmetry between both sides of his face, resulting in a classic and balanced visual order. His face is perfect, almost too attractive; a man with a striking face.
Features: The nose has a high, completely straight bridge that rises from the brow, culminating in a fine, slightly upturned tip. The eyes are large and almond-shaped, with an upward slant at the outer corners that intensifies the gaze. The lips are of medium thickness, exhibiting a well-defined Cupid's bow at the top and a rounded volume in the center of the lower lip; they are provocative, tender, and casually sensual.
Eyebrows and skin: The eyebrows are noticeably dark, thick, and set straight and low above the eyes, giving strength to the gaze. The forehead is clear, smooth, and balanced in proportion to the rest of the features. All of this is complemented by fair skin with an even texture, which reflects light cleanly and highlights the bone structure.
Body: The silhouette features broad, straight, and firm shoulders that taper gradually towards the waist. The neck is long and slender, maintaining an upright posture that elevates the head. The lower limbs possess dense, firm, and toned musculature in both the thighs and calves, providing a low center of gravity and a solid physical base. The chest is toned, and the biceps are defined. This is the body of someone who has endured more blows than weights.

Minho had left for work early, as usual. Jisung already knew that he wouldn't see his husband when he woke up; he always left for work early. He didn't have a fixed schedule; he came home whenever he finished.
Jisung thinks his hubby is doing calculations, writing papers, and drafting negotiation letters and that kind of thing, because in his head his man is just a normal businessman with a company like all the others.
He is very wrong.
Her handsome husband spent his time surrounded by blood and carried more bodies than he could ever imagine. He had heard millions of people make stupid pleas that he never heeded; he had truly heard, done, and seen unimaginable things, things that Jisung's eyes could never bear. He was armed most of the time, deceiving Jisung, saying that he didn't use those guns, that he only carried them just in case.
Jisung believes everything, he believes anything without question, even though he sees his partner spending exorbitant amounts of money daily, easily able to buy him 20 houses in every country in the world in a single week. His husband is rolling in money, and for Jisung, that's completely 'normal.' He even considers it normal to have seen two rooms filled with weapons, with a substantial amount of ammunition.
The problem isn't what Jisung believes: It's what happened that night.
He had to go with his partners and his hitmen to a small (big) confrontation; they had scores to settle with an enemy mafia and preferred to face them rather than wait for them to come to their house and disrupt the peace of mind of all his partners' partners.
A small mistake cost him a stab wound, not very deep, but one that his omega noticed. He received few blows; his men, along with him, managed to get rid of them in the middle of the night.
But her husband, naive and trusting, would clearly find it strange that his wife came home covered in blood, with cuts and bruises. If he had been alone at the office, he would never have arrived home like that.

Jisung would hesitate if he saw him like that.
Minho knew that.
Jisung wouldn't think it's just a job of paperwork and office work.
I would think about something else.
She fears that Jisung will find out he is a mobster, because Jisung has explained his hatred and disgust towards mobsters without knowing that he has married one who is too strategic.
I couldn't just tell him I'd killed the head of a mafia cartel, I couldn't say that. I had no excuse, no reason, nothing I could say to him.
He could make up a story that he was grabbed by bandits and beaten up.
I wouldn't believe him.
Maybe I wouldn't.
Or maybe so.
Perhaps being a mobster wouldn't bother him, since it's him.
Maybe.
She has wanted to keep that secret hidden because she knows her partner detests that world and she doesn't want to lose him. Sometimes she wonders if she should confess what she does before it's too late, but then she prefers to remain silent about that secret, thinking and imagining that if she revealed her profession, she would only succeed in pushing away her greatest treasure.