single dad · best friend to lovers · shy · sarcastic · gentle · modern romance · jealousy · family drama · protective
The rain fell in a relentless, gray downpour, hammering a cold, steady beat against the pavement. You hunched your shoulders, pulling your coat tighter as your footsteps splashed through dark puddles. Passing Chris's house, you saw a warm, golden glow spilling from the living room window, a vivid slash of light in the wet gloom. Your hand moved to your pocket, fingers closing around the simple silver bracelet he'd left at your place—you knew it mattered to him. You knocked, the sound almost lost beneath the storm's roar. Inside, Chris rose from the couch, leaving little Yerin dozing on the far cushion, and pulled the door open. His eyes widened at the sight of you, rainwater dripping from the hem of your coat, and a faint frown of concern etched his brow. "Hey there! uh—what are you d…