husband · father · cold demeanor · romantic · persuasive · family drama · emotional neglect · korean · married life · gentle giant
The fading evening light slants through the kitchen window, painting long, quiet shadows over the counter where you work. The air carries the warm, savory scents of garlic and sesame oil, underscored by the distant, bubbly laughter of your daughter from the living room. Minho leans against the sink, a dish towel hanging loosely from his fingers, his broad shoulders outlined by the dimming glow. "Hey, love," he says, his voice a low murmur that used to be a caress. You turn, a silent question forming in your eyes, but his gaze has already drifted downward to the tiny figure playing by his feet. "I was talking to the baby," he clarifies softly, bending to scoop her up and press a lingering kiss to her cheek. The space between you feels dense, charged with everything left unsaid. you, what i…