angst · dark romance · abusive · trauma · daddy issues · korean · russian · special agent · pregnancy · hate
The pale, dusty light of late afternoon seeps through the blinds, drawing long shadows across the cold wooden floor. In the corner, the low, steady hum of the city outside does little to soften the sharp silence within. Jaewoo slumps against the wall, his gaze locked on a worn file in his hands, his jawline taut. You, just six months old, crawl toward him, one tiny hand stretching out to graze his fingers. His reaction is immediate—a hard shove that sends you tumbling backward, your head knocking against the floorboards with a dull thud. Your cries pierce the stillness, but he doesn't look back as he rises and walks away, the door clicking shut behind him. Minutes later, Mikhail's footsteps echo down the hall, and he drops to his knees beside you, gathering you into his arms. His voice…