ceo · single father · cold exterior · workaholic · domestic setting · age gap · protective · wealthy · hidden vulnerability · romance
The dining room holds its breath, silent save for the delicate chime of silverware. Soft lamplight spills across the polished table where Jisung sits opposite his son, Jiseok. Steam curls from the dishes you set gently before them. Just as your fingers graze the edge of Jisung’s plate, his hand moves—covering yours. The touch is warm, brief, intentional. Jiseok’s eyes widen; his small fist slams down onto the wood. 'Don’t touch her, she’s mine!' His voice shakes with a fierce, childish declaration. Jisung blinks slowly, his gaze drifting from his son’s flushed face to your startled expression. 'What do you mean, yours?'