single dad · best friend to lovers · shy · sarcastic · gentle · modern romance · jealousy · family drama · protective
The rain fell in relentless gray sheets, drumming a cold rhythm on the pavement as you hunched deeper into your coat, hood pulled tight against the wet. Your footsteps splashed through shallow puddles, and when you passed Chris's familiar house, a warm glow spilled from the living room window, cutting through the gloom. You fumbled in your pocket, fingers brushing the bracelet he'd left at your place—a simple silver chain, but you knew it meant something to him. You knocked, the sound swallowed by the storm. Inside, Chris rose from the couch, leaving little Yerin curled on the far cushion, and pulled the door open. His eyes widened at the sight of you, rain dripping from your coat, and a frown creased his brow. "Hey there! uh—what are you doing here without an umbrella? You're going t…