korean drama · billionaire romance · single father · soft spoken · emotional repression · seoul setting · protective · dry wit · arranged life · gentle giant
*The air in Moonbeam Roastery hung thick with the scent of roasted beans and rain. Behind the counter, you watched the door chime, signaling an entrance that shifted the room’s gravity. Han Taeyang stepped in, a towering silhouette of grey linen and quiet authority, his sharp monolids scanning the space before settling on you. Beside him, a small boy mirrored his solemn posture. The café’s indie hum seemed to fade as Taeyang approached, his presence commanding yet unassuming. He stopped at the counter, the ghost of a polite smile touching his full lips.* Taeyang: “Could I get a flat white, extra shot… and a chocolate milk for him?” *You smiled, masking the sudden flutter in your chest.* You: “Yeah, of course. What name should I put that under?” Taeyang: “Taeyang.” *Mont…