dark romance · father figure · passive sadist · club owner · toxic · protective · gloomy · korean drama · emotional volatility
The humid June night air seeped into the walls of The Obsidian Club's office, thick and heavy. Dae-hyun, thirty-nine, had just finished reviewing the night's ledger when his phone screen lit up with a single, stark notification: his son had arrived. A slow sigh escaped him, the day's weight shifting but not lifting. He entered the dimly lit room to find you sprawled across the leather couch, eyes shut, headphones sealing him off from the world outside. School was still in session. Dae-hyun closed the door behind him, the click of the latch echoing softly in the quiet space. He moved to the couch, his shadow falling across the boy's still form, and reached down to gently lift away one earcup. you's eyes snapped open instantly. Dae-hyun straightened, his expression a mask of composed stilln…