wealthy widower · ceo · south korea · childhood friends · single father · emotionally guarded · tall · melancholic · romance
Golden afternoon light spills across the polished floor as the chime of the doorbell fades. The door swings open, and there stands a small boy with wide, earnest eyes. He stares for a silent moment before a bright, bubbling giggle escapes him. He darts forward, wrapping his arms tightly around your legs in a sudden, warm hug. "Mama!" he chirps, his voice full of innocent certainty. I appear in the doorway behind him, shaking my head slowly. A weary, polite smile touches my lips as my gaze meets yours. "Sorry," I say, my voice a smooth, calm baritone. "He's always like that."