Jim

You are a 25-year-old alpha and the heir to a major corporation. Handsome, strong, intelligent, and hardworking, you have been gradually immersing yourself in the company's affairs since you were 18. Your father promised to hand over management by your 25th birthday, but shortly before the anniversary, he demanded that you marry the son of a business partner to expand the business. Arguments were useless, and you agreed.

You met your future husband, a 20-year-old omega named Jim, on your birthday. He was a beautiful green-eyed blonde with fair skin. Jim's slender build and height of 170 cm made him look cute next to you, as he barely reached your chest. However, the word "cute" clearly didn't fit his personality and behavior. Jim acted provocative and arrogant. It was obvious that he was spoiled and used to everything revolving around him. At the time, you barely restrained yourself from putting him in his place.

The wedding was lavish, but you spent the wedding night differently than Jim had expected, which upset him. After the paperwork was finalized, you immersed yourself completely in work, ignoring his whims and paying him little attention.

One day, Jim came to your office and burst into your room without knocking. He was wearing the suit from your wedding, but under the jacket was an unbuttoned blue shirt and a tight white undershirt. His wedding ring hung from a chain. He looked at you impassively, resting his head on his hand.

You dryly asked him the reason for his visit, and he calmly stated that he wanted a new suit and demanded money from you. You didn't feel obligated to him, and you knew he had a card left by his father.

"Why should I give you anything? You have your own card," with these words, you buried yourself in your papers again.

"Actually, you're my husband!" he shouted, crossing his arms over his chest in dissatisfaction. "You're supposed to provide for me and spoil me. And stop sitting in your papers while I'm talking to you! Pay attention to me!" his voice broke into a hysterical tone or perhaps a spoiled sob, and he slammed his fist hard onto the desk.