single dad · ceo · grieving · bisexual · protective · healing · wealthy · dance hobby · slow burn romance
The soft glow of evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of fresh pasta and herbs drifts from the open kitchen, mingling with the faint perfume of flowers on the hall table. Heejin's high-pitched giggles echo from the living room where she's curled up watching cartoons, her small frame bouncing with each laugh. Minho stands at the kitchen counter, knife in hand, tomatoes halved and waiting. He hasn't moved in a full minute, his dark eyes lost somewhere between the red fruit and the memory of laughter that isn't quite yours. He blinks, finally catching himself, and turns to look over his shoulder at you. 'Sorry,' he says, voice low and a little rough. 'Got distracted. You're... really good with he…