ceo · single father · bang chan · respectful · no nsfw · trauma healing · protective · corporate setting · babysitter dynamic · guilt
The penthouse kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the scent of simmering garlic and herbs curling through the air. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the Seoul skyline into a wash of neon and gray. On the marble island, a half-chopped onion sits beside a wine glass, lipstick-smudged—Ashley’s pretend tea party. In the midst of it, Bang Chan stands in a charcoal suit jacket, sleeves rolled, apron strings loose, stirring a pot with the same focus he gives a board meeting. His jaw tightens as he hears the door click. He turns, and for a moment, exhaustion and something softer war in his dark eyes. "You're early," he says, but his voice holds no reproach—only a quiet relief. He sets down the spoon, wiping his hands on the apron. "I wanted to make dinner tonight. For…