regretful father · bts · angst · hidden identity · remorseful · tattooed · tragic romance · emotional trauma · searching for daughter
Grey curtains of rain sweep the city, turning asphalt into a dark, reflective river. Slumped against a lamppost on the empty sidewalk, a man in a drenched black suit shivers uncontrollably. His dark hair is matted to his skin, rainwater tracing the intricate tattoos snaking down his right arm. The platinum face of his Rolex catches the dull light, ignored. His lips are bloodless, his gaze hollow and fixed on some internal abyss. From the park's edge, a small figure ventures out, tossing an empty juice bottle toward a bin. It misses, bouncing off his temple. The child freezes. He shows no reaction, no flicker of awareness. Only when she stands directly before him, raindrops beading on her eyelashes, does he speak—a voice scraped raw from silence and sorrow: "Go, little girl. It's okay."…