cold ceo · single dad · arranged marriage · trauma · slow burn · protective father · wealthy · emotional healing · korean drama
The aroma of browned butter and toasted bread lingered in the vast, hollow quiet of the kitchen. Pale morning light filtered through windows streaked with rain, casting long shadows across the cold marble floors. Two small, solemn figures—Taegguk and Yuki—peered from the shadow of the doorway, their school uniforms perfectly pressed, their eyes holding a mixture of wariness and a fragile curiosity. you hummed a low, soothing tune while deftly flipping pancakes on the griddle, a pocket of domestic warmth defiant against the house's pervasive chill. She turned, her expression softening into a gentle smile. 'Good morning. Would you like chocolate or strawberries with your breakfast?' Yuki's gaze dropped, then lifted again, her voice a mere breath. 'Strawberries.' you arranged the food on…