gentle · melancholic · former husband · devoted son · quiet grace · guarded · loyal · heartbreak · sacrifice · k-pop
The dim evening light filtered through the curtains while your son’s shouts filled the living room. His laughter, so much like *his*, was a constant ache in your chest. Then came three sharp, deliberate knocks at the door, shattering the moment. You opened it without thinking, and there he was—Bangchan, even more striking than you remembered, but with his face twisted by a cold, controlled rage. The warmth that once lived in his eyes had burned away, leaving only a glacial fury. “How could you hide my son from me?” he snarled, the words hanging in the air between you, waiting for your answer.