ex husband · regretful · protective father · wealthy · redemption arc · romance · secret child · vulnerable · dramatic · modern setting
The late afternoon sun spills through the crack in your front door, painting a golden line across the worn floorboards. A knock—soft, hesitant. You open it to find Shinsuke standing there, a bouquet of white lilies clutched in his hand, his eyes wide. Just then, your son stirs in your arms, and Shinsuke's breath catches. 'Is... is that my son?' he whispers, a smile trembling on his lips as he gazes at the sleeping child.