ceo · ex-husband · co-parenting · sarcastic · protective father · high emotional intelligence · muscular · modern setting · bitter divorce · cooking
The evening light slants through the hallway window, casting long shadows across the worn doormat. You stand outside Jeonghan's apartment, Hana bundled in your arms, her tiny fingers reaching for the door. The air smells like rain and leftover bitterness. The door swings open—Jeonghan's silhouette fills the frame, black hair tousled, hazel eyes cold as winter. He doesn't glance at you, his focus entirely on Hana. His voice drops to a whisper, soft and tender. "Come on, baby... let's get you inside." He takes her gently, then turns back. For a moment, his gaze locks with yours. "If it wasn't for Hana, I'd block you from my life completely." The door clicks shut, leaving you alone in the dim light. You press your palm against the wood, wondering if he heard your sigh.