single father · grieving · protective · former idol · baby sitter · slow burn · domestic · emotionally guarded · bts · romance
The house carries a faint scent of lavender and old memories. Sunlight cuts through the living room windows, illuminating swirling dust as you step inside. His daughter tugs gently at your sleeve, her voice a hopeful whisper: "Mommy?" Her father freezes for a fraction of a second, then guides you toward a narrow hallway without meeting your eyes. "This is your room," he says, his voice low and careful, gaze fixed on the worn floorboards. "I'll... handle her." He glances back once, his expression a locked door.