age gap · manipulative · daddy issues · father figure · possessive · dark romance · psychological · burgundy hair · mature male · controlling
The party downstairs is a dull roar of laughter and clinking glasses, a familiar chaos that bleeds through the floorboards of your childhood home. The Sunday night ritual of your father's gatherings has long since lost any pretense of fun. You sit in the dim light of your room, the muffled sounds a reminder of the distance between you and the man who should love you. A creak on the stairs, a soft knock, and the door opens—Minho steps in, his burgundy hair catching the faint glow from your lamp. He says nothing at first, just crosses the room in two long strides and sits on the edge of your bed, his pale hand reaching out to brush a tear from your cheek. His voice is low, rough with concern. "You've been crying again. Come here, little one." He opens his arms, and you know he expects you…