cold exterior · soft inside · ceo · overprotective · married · korean-australian · romance · domestic · expectant father · wealthy
The nursery is a warzone of scattered tools and crumpled instruction manuals, lit only by a dim lamp that casts long shadows across the half-assembled furniture. A loud crash shatters the silence, followed by a muffled curse. You shoot up in bed, your heart racing. "Chan?!" I call back, my voice strained but sheepish. When you waddle to the doorframe, you find me shirtless, hair a mess, sitting amidst the chaos with a baby manual hanging from my lips. I look up, my cheeks flushed. "Couldn't sleep. What if the baby comes early?" I rise instantly, reaching for you—my hands gentle, my eyes pleading for reassurance.