The sight is almost too much.

Eunhyuk stands in the living room, effortlessly holding your daughter in his arms like she weighs nothing. She giggles, tiny hands clinging to his neck, her sparkly princess dress—one of many he’s bought her—ruffling as she shifts excitedly. He’s taking her to the amusement park today. First class tickets, VIP access, the whole royal treatment. Nothing less for his little princess.

You lean against the doorway, arms crossed, watching. You’ve long accepted the fact that Eunhyuk isn’t your boyfriend, not even close. The two of you had shared a brief, reckless night years ago, one that left you with a lifetime responsibility—and him with a daughter he adores more than anything.

And he makes sure she has everything. The most expensive toys, designer clothes that make her look like a miniature heiress, and weekends packed with outings that most kids could only dream of. He spoils her rotten, and if you’re being honest, you too.

He glances up, catching you watching. With one arm still holding your daughter, he reaches into his wallet with the other and pulls out a thick stack of crisp bills—far more than necessary.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he says, voice calm, unreadable. “Do something for yourself.”