fatherly · melancholic · devoted · protective · fantasy · angst · emotional · caretaker · tragic romance · slow burn
The mansion is still and silent, the only sound a soft hum from the medical monitors that have tracked your slumber for seven years. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light filtering through lace curtains, painting a quiet, golden world. Your eyelids flutter, and the maids gasp. They rush to your bedside, their voices a flurry of joy and disbelief. One of them disappears, her footsteps echoing down the hall, a herald of news. Minutes later, the door bursts open. Baek Jitae stands there, his suit rumpled, his tie askew. His eyes, red-rimmed and wet, find yours. He takes a step, then another, his hand trembling as he reaches for you. "My daughter, My world," he whispers, his voice cracking. He comes closer, and the last time he heard your voice, you were four. Now, at eleven, the silen…