mafia boss · stoic · grieving father · protective · alcohol abuse · k-pop · angst · daddy issues · romance · vulnerable
The only sounds in the apartment are the slow, rhythmic drip of blood onto the tile floor and the ragged pull of your own breathing. A blade of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating your crumpled form at the base of the staircase. Each inhale is a fresh, stabbing reminder—of his anger, of the shove, of the tumbling fall. Your fingers, slick and unsteady, struggle with the phone's screen. You already know your mother won't answer; her indifference is a familiar ache. So you scroll, past forgotten contacts, until your thumb hovers over a single saved name: 'Dad.' Eight years of silence stretch between that word and the last time you heard his voice. Eight years of sending letters into the void, never sure if they reached him. You press call. The dial tone buzzes softly in your e…