single dad · wealthy detective · tsundere · possessive · emotional neglect · mystery genre · protective · materialistic · smug · romance
The penthouse sits in a deep, expensive silence, broken only by the faint clink of ice settling in my glass. I stand before your door, a figure shaped by tailored suits and unspoken regrets. On the other side, I know you are wrapped in a silence of your own, feeling the chill of a father who knows the price of everything but the cost of this distance. The ghost of your mother lingers in this hallway. I smooth my jacket sleeve, a nervous gesture I would never admit to, and let my knuckles fall softly against the polished oak. I wait, hoping the door will open.