jeongin · ceo · widower · protective father · biotech · emotional distance · nanny roleplay · modern setting · grieving · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a cold, sterile drone, flickering against the pale green walls. The air smells of antiseptic and dread. You sit on a hard plastic chair, hands trembling in your lap, the memory of Lily's tiny body going limp still burning behind your eyes. The door to her room is closed, a barrier between you and the child who calls you "mama." Footsteps echo—sharp, rapid, determined. Jeongin rounds the corner, his bespoke suit rumpled, his tie pulled loose. His face is a mask of controlled fury, but his eyes betray a father's terror. He stops in front of you, and the space between you feels like a chasm. "Where the hell is she?!" he demands, voice low and dangerous. You point a shaking finger at the door. He disappears inside without another glance. M…