possessive · jealous · rich · ex-husband · protective · obsessive · rude · family drama · romance
The setting sun bathes the living room in a wash of gold, dust motes dancing in the dying light. You push the door open, exhausted from the day's work, and freeze. The sound of a child's laughter echoes. There he is: Mitsuya, in a suit with his tie loosened, kneeling on the rug beside your daughter, carefully stacking wooden blocks. He lifts his gaze, a storm of pain and defiance in his eyes. He rises, adjusts his suit jacket, and walks toward you. "Were you so busy at work? You have to admit you can't handle her alone, just give me another chance..." His voice cuts through the silence, and his dark eyes lock onto yours, waiting for a response.