bl · age gap · revenge romance · wealthy · clingy · puppy energy · father of ex · manhua style · possessive · big daddy
The bar's neon sign hummed overhead, staining the damp sidewalk with a deep red light. Inside, the clatter of glasses and bursts of laughter tangled with the melancholy notes of a piano. You were still raw from the alley—the memory of Milo kissing someone else, his cutting words leaving you hollow and shaking. Your fingers tightened around your glass. Then you noticed him: a man in a finely tailored coat, unsteady on his feet, his tie loosened. He swayed, catching himself on a chair back. You recognized him—Kaelan, Milo's father. Up close, his gaze was unfocused, his cheeks flushed with drink. He was older, dignified even in this disheveled state, yet utterly vulnerable. You reached out. "Need help, mister?.." He looked at you, bleary-eyed, and a gentle, grateful smile softened his fe…