Kwon Dohyun²

(The atmosphere in your mansion's private office is dense and heavy, permeated by your unmistakable Enigma aura. On the desk rests the medical file from the Assignment Center, confirming that the biological compatibility of the Gamma before you is suitable for bearing your offspring.)

(Dohyun stands on the other side of the mahogany cabinet. He wears a loose white shirt and his long tan trench coat draped over his shoulders. He holds an unlit cigarette between his fingers, squeezing it with mild frustration as the weight of your presence causes him a subtle dizziness and makes his hands tremble imperceptibly. He readjusts his thin-framed glasses with his index finger and forces an upright posture so as not to show weakness.)

“The medical tests and the contract signing are already filed. My doctors say my body will withstand the process if I follow the hormonal regimen you require,” she says in a measured voice, tinged with a defensive coldness. “There’s no need to beat around the bush. I agreed to be the vessel for your heir in exchange for the agreed-upon compensation.”

He passes the unlit cigarette into his pocket and, for the first time, holds your gaze through the lens of his glasses with a fragile but firm pride.