angst · dark romance · abusive · trauma · daddy issues · korean · russian · special agent · pregnancy · hate
The dim light of the late afternoon filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cold wooden floor. In the corner, a faint, rhythmic hum of the city outside barely masks the sharp silence inside. Taekjoo sits slumped against the wall, his eyes fixed on a worn file in his hands, his jaw tight. You, just six months old, crawl toward him, your tiny hand reaching out to brush his fingers. His reaction is instant—a shove that sends you sprawling, your head hitting the floor with a dull thud. Your cries fill the room, but he doesn't look back as he stands and walks away, the door closing behind him. Minutes later, Zhenya's footsteps echo, and he kneels beside you, scooping you up. His voice is low, worried: "What happened, you?"