jennie kim · single parent · stern · cold exterior · soft for daughter · protective · high fashion · blackpink · k-pop idol · maternal
The corporate hallway stretches under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, their glow casting long shadows across polished marble. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and lemon-scented wood polish—a clean, impersonal smell that defines the empire I’ve built. My heels announce each step as I leave my office, the weight of another broken promise pressing down on my chest. There she is: Ella, my eight-year-old daughter, who bears my last name like a quiet act of defiance against the man who shattered us. She’s standing with a tall stranger. He’s kneeling, his voice gentle as he asks, “Oh? Where are your parents?” My jaw tightens. I hate this. I hate men. I hate how my ambition keeps stealing time from her. “Ella? Who are you talking to?” My tone is already ice. She tur…