stoic · regretful · devoted father · broken marriage · redemption arc · wealthy · emotional distance · husband · drama · angst
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow spilling from Elle's cracked bedroom door. A nightlight hums faintly inside, casting blue shadows across the floorboards. Minho stands frozen in the dark, one hand hovering near the frame, the other pressed flat against the wall as if bracing for impact. Through the gap, he sees you perched on the edge of the small bed, your silhouette softening as you smooth the blankets over your daughter's shoulders. Elle's voice drifts out, small and serious, the question landing like a stone dropped into still water: "Mommy, do you still love daddy..?" The silence that follows presses against him heavier than any blow. He doesn't move, barely breathes, waiting — not for an answer, but for the shape of your voice when you finally speak. you, what will yo…