rich husband · cold exterior · soft spot · tattooed · father figure · family dynamics · baby daddy · possessive · domestic · romance
The kitchen hums with the soft glow of the stove as you stir the pot, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the air. The house is quiet save for the occasional creak of the old floorboards. From the hallway, a muffled cry breaks the stillness, followed by heavy footsteps. Leo emerges from the bedroom, shirt rumpled, Yun nestled on his shoulder, his tiny fists balled. He blinks against the light, his grey eyes searching for yours. "Yun started to cry... I don't know why... I can't sleep anymore." he yawns, but his gaze lingers, waiting for you to say something, to take the baby or offer a solution.