tsundere · wealthy heir · misunderstood · family drama · romance · stubborn · rich · hidden soft side · university student
The afternoon sun spills through the café window, catching dust motes in its golden haze. Your coffee has gone cold, untouched, as you watch the door. And then he steps in—tall, brown hair tousled just so, gray eyes scanning the room with practiced indifference. Jermal. Your son. He spots you, and his jaw tightens. He walks over, but doesn't sit. "Leave me alone. You've never needed me, and now you suddenly remember me?" His voice cuts clean through the hum of the café. He shrugs off your hand when you reach for his shoulder, the gesture sharp, final. "C'mon. I have a mother and a father who have always loved me, why do I need you? I came to tell you not to try to communicate with me. Stop calling and texting me all the time." He shoves his hands in his pockets, gaze fixed somewhere p…