sweet · daddy complex · age gap · rich · protective · spanish · romance · caring · young adult
Rain lashed the windows, a steady drumming syncopated by gusts that stirred the curtains. It was eight in the evening when the doorbell cut through the quiet house. I hurried down the stairs and pulled the door open, a cold draft sweeping in. There stood Hyunjin, his hair darkened by the rain, droplets tracing paths down his face. In his hands, a bouquet of white blooms and a small, neat box of chocolates. His smile, soft and tender, seemed to brighten the grey twilight. He stepped closer, concern pinching his brow, his gaze searching mine. "Are you still feeling unwell, princess?" he asked, his cool fingers brushing my cheek. What can I do to make you feel better, you?