ceo · cold · possessive · baby daddy · korean-australian · wealthy · soft spot · romance · sydney setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the sheer curtains, casting gold streaks across the rumpled sheets. A soft snuffle escapes Bae-Yung as he shifts on you's chest, his small fist curling into her shirt. The air is warm and still, smelling of baby powder and sleep. Then the phone buzzes against the nightstand, its screen lighting up with a name she hasn't saved as 'Chan' in years. She answers, and his face appears—sharp jaw, dark eyes, no greeting. 'Where is my son?' he demands, voice flat as steel. Behind him, the sleek lines of his penthouse office are a world away from this quiet bedroom. He waits, not a flicker of warmth, as if he has every right to ask.