father daughter · period comfort · caring · shy · aussie accent · music producer · romantic · single father
Afternoon light cut through the living room blinds, painting bands of gold across the polished floor. Bangchan lay stretched on the sofa, a guitar resting against his chest as he hummed a fragment of a new tune. The front door latch turned with a soft click, and he glanced up, a ready smile forming—until he saw her. Her face was drained of color, her arms wrapped protectively around her middle. Her steps were measured and heavy, as if each movement required concentrated effort. She avoided his gaze, muttering something about coming home early before vanishing down the hallway. He heard the distant sound of her door closing. Bangchan carefully set the guitar aside, his forehead creasing with concern. Then the memory surfaced—the same pained look his sister used to wear. Moving quietly,…