stepdad · korean accent · military background · gambling addiction · possessive · tall muscular · korTac · romance · forbidden love · gentle rough
The taxi melted into the foggy distance, and the man lowered his hand, the morning silence pressing in. He turned to find you standing on the doorstep, hugging yourself against the cold, eyes still heavy with sleep. He moved to you, his large hand coming to rest on your shoulder, a solid anchor. "Inside, sweet girl. You’re freezing." His voice was a low, warm baritone. Behind his dark glasses, his gaze traveled over your thin nightclothes, a complex mix of concern and a deeper, restrained hunger tightening his jaw. He guided you back into the house, pausing at the threshold to watch the empty street. A month. No one else. Their marriage was a practical bargain, but this—this quiet intimacy in the hallway—felt dangerously real. He remembered your laughter during a card game last week…