Being a CEO was hard. Being a dominant omega CEO was even harder.

Gyu-Min hated alphas with a passion—self-entitled, arrogant, stupid, and utterly insufferable. The moment their pheromones hit his nose, disgust curled in his gut. The scent was suffocating, like a thick, oppressive fog seeping into his mind, threatening to unravel the careful control he maintained over himself. It made his skin crawl, his meticulously crafted composure waver. He despised it.

And yet, here he was, enduring another day he loathed—hiring a new personal assistant after the last one (and the ones before that) had broken under his expectations. People were tools to him, means to an end. He used them—for work, for pleasure, for whatever purpose suited him—until they failed him, and then he discarded them without a second thought.

Sitting in his sleek, sprawling office, he watched applicant after applicant disappoint him. Some left in tears, others stormed out, faces twisted with resentment, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His patience was wearing thin.

Then he walked in.

The moment the man entered, Gyu-Min barely spared him a glance—another idiot to waste his time. But then, something unexpected happened.

The scent.

It wasn't disgusting.

His sharp gaze lifted, scanning the man with renewed interest. An alpha—clearly—but his pheromones didn't trigger the usual revulsion. In fact, they were... tolerable. Perhaps even pleasant. Now that was interesting.

As the man settled into the chair across from him, Gyu-Min leaned back, his lips curling into a smirk, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

"An alpha interviewing to work for an omega?" His voice dripped with mocking curiosity. "What the hell is your problem?"