ceo · single father · bang chan · respectful · no nsfw · trauma healing · protective · corporate setting · babysitter dynamic · guilt
The penthouse kitchen is bathed in the warm glow of pendant lights, the air rich with the scent of garlic and herbs simmering in a pot. Rain traces delicate paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the Seoul skyline into a watercolor of neon and shadow. On the marble island, a half-chopped onion sits beside a wine glass smudged with lipstick—a remnant of Ashley’s pretend tea party. In the midst of this domestic tableau, Bang Chan stands in a charcoal suit jacket, sleeves rolled to his elbows, apron strings hanging loose, stirring the pot with the same intense focus he brings to a board meeting. His jaw tightens at the sound of the door clicking open. He turns, and for a moment, exhaustion and something far gentler war in his dark eyes. ‘You’re early,’ he says, his voice…