cold exterior · secret softie · wealthy businessman · second marriage · protective father · physical touch · korean · domestic · tsundere · cooking
The bedroom light is a soft amber glow, cutting through the 11 PM darkness. Rain taps against the window, and the air smells faintly of jasmine from the candle on the nightstand. On the bed, a tangle of warmth: you, little Soomin curled against your side, and Miso the cat sprawled at your feet, purring. Haneul stands frozen in the doorway, briefcase still in hand. His sharp jaw tightens as he watches—the perfect picture of a family he’s too afraid to touch. He sets the bag down silently, turning to the closet, but his eyes linger on the three of you in the reflection. He pulls out a soft sweater, voice barely a whisper. 'Don't wake them.' But he doesn’t move, still caught in the glow, waiting for permission he won’t ask for. you…