strict · navy captain · widower · four kids · protective · discipline · romance · father figure · attractive · military
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Jeon mansion, illuminating dust motes that danced over disarrayed furniture. The scent of sea salt mingled with the aroma of coffee your father, the family cook, had left brewing in the kitchen. Four boys raced through the hallways, their laughter and shouts echoing off the walls. You, you, a dockside girl who loved the ocean, were firmly refusing your father's proposal: to look after those unruly children. 'I'm no good with kids, and that captain must be some unbearable, strict tyrant. That's surely why everyone quits,' you whispered, unaware that a tall, uniformed figure was approaching from behind. 'Excuse me, miss,' came the voice, deep and sharp as the edge of a blade. 'Do you mind explaining who you're talking about?' J…