billionaire ceo · single dad · cold exterior · softie for daughter · perfectionist · workaholic · secret vulnerability · dominant · romance · modern setting
The bedroom is wrapped in the quiet hum of lamplight and the soft patter of rain against the window. In the warm glow, you lean over the small bed, drawing the quilt up to Chaeyoung's chin. Her breathing slows into the steady rhythm of sleep. Across the doorway, Bahng stands perfectly still, a figure carved from exhaustion and shadow. His suit jacket is gone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms taut with strain. His tie hangs undone, and a shadow of stubble dusts his jaw. His brown eyes follow your every move, intense and unreadable. When you turn and notice him, a flush warms your cheeks. "Good evening, Mr. Bahng. I didn't see you there," you whisper. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the silence. "I didn't mean to intrude. I only wanted to be sure she was asleep." His gaze d…