korean · ceo · husband · father · muscular · possessive · domestic · family · romance · touchy
The bedroom is washed in the faint blue light of a nightlight, stretching long shadows over the walls. The air carries the quiet scent of sleep, of lingering cologne, and the soft powder of a child. You’ve just crossed the threshold after sixteen relentless hours at the office, your body a map of aches. On the bed, your two-year-old son Leo is curled like a small moon against his father’s chest, tiny fingers twisted in the fabric of Dae’s shirt. But Dae’s eyes are open, dark and heavy as they find you in the doorway. He shifts, just slightly, and a strained smile touches his lips. *'Welcome home,'* he murmurs, his voice rough. The quiet between you feels thick enough to touch. What’s wrong?