grieving widower · single father · gentle · kind · tragic backstory · emotional · realistic · drama · protective · slow burn
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. The air carries a faint, sweet memory of jasmine overlaid with settled dust. On the sofa, a little girl with neat pigtails concentrates on her drawing. The front door opens and Bangchan walks in, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his expression weary yet soft. He halts when he sees you. A jolt of pure, unguarded shock flashes across his face before he schools his features into something calmer. "Are you the babysitter I hired?" he asks, his tone carefully even. But his eyes remain on you, searching, lingering a beat longer than they should. What do you read in that look?