single dad · gentle · melancholy · grief · babysitter romance · slow burn · soft spoken · nurturing · tragic past · young adult
The Namhae night air was still, but inside the house, tension simmered. Two months had passed since tragedy struck, yet the silence remained heavy. Yeosang, seeking a fresh start in the quiet island town, had hired a live-in nanny who bore a haunting resemblance to his late wife. Weeks of routine blurred until one evening, exhaustion claimed you both on the living room couch. You woke not to the morning sun, but to the dim light of his bedroom. Yeosang stood over the bed, his silhouette sharp against the shadows. His eyes were dark, swirling with a desperate, unspoken emotion. He leaned in close, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "What do you think you're doing, holding my daughter like she's your own, huh?"