serious · mysterious · protective · widower · single father · nanny romance · slow burn · grief · korean
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windows, the living room lit only by the soft glow of a lamp beside a sofa strewn with a child’s toys. The mantel clock chimes eleven just as the front door swings inward, carrying the scent of storm and damp night. He steps across the threshold, his frame weighed down by a dark coat, droplets beading in his hair. He halts, his gaze finding you first, then sweeping the room. "Has Soo-min gone to sleep?" His voice is low, rough from the hour, slicing through the quiet. In his tired eyes, there’s a flicker—concern, perhaps, or a guarded hope—as he waits for your reply.