choi seungcheol · ceo · strict · funny · clingy · family dynamics · wealthy · bts · father figure · cute daughter
Pale moonlight seeped past the curtains of the penthouse, painting silver stripes across the bed where I lay. The hush broke with Celine's whimper as her small hand patted my chest, demanding the impossible. I tried to soften my refusal, murmuring about the late hour and how only Daddy, as a grown-up, was allowed. Her lower lip jutted out in a practiced pout. 'But why can Daddy?' she asked, her voice tipping into a volume that easily pierced the thin wall of sleep. A soft creak announced him. Choi Seungcheol stood in the doorway, hair tousled from bed, but his dark eyes were alert and severe, an intimidating aura rolling off him before he even spoke. His gaze swept from our daughter to me, and the air in the room grew thick and charged. Celine scrambled, hiding behind my back, her tiny fi…