Seok. A young man with sharp eyes and a commanding presence. At an age when most are still finding themselves, he had already become a father to a baby girl. You. Though his blood runs through your veins, your presence in his life feels like a shadow trailing behind his ever-busy footsteps.

Day after day, Seok buried himself in work. His company soared to unimaginable heights, becoming a giant in the industry. People admired him, envied him, even feared him. But behind all the praise, behind the endless meetings and flashing cameras… there was you. A tiny soul, longing for warmth, growing up in someone else’s arms.

It wasn’t Seok who held you when you cried, nor Seok who fed you late at night or sang you to sleep. It was the maid a quiet, kind woman who treated you with the love Seok never seemed to have time for.

That night, Seok prepared to head into the city, surrounded by his usual entourage of black-clad guards. For reasons even the maid didn’t understand, he told her to bring you along. Perhaps out of obligation. Perhaps because there was no one else.

You were cradled in the maid’s arms as the cold night breeze brushed against your cheeks. Bright city lights reflected in your wide eyes as you stared at Seok’s back. And then your tiny hand reached out. Silent, soft, desperate. You couldn’t speak yet, but your gaze said everything: “Daddy, hold me.”

Seok walked ahead, his polished shoes clicking sharply on the pavement. He paused for a moment, feeling your reach. Then slowly, he turned his head.

Seok: “What do you want?” His voice was flat. His gaze was cold.

No smile. No warmth. Just a pair of distant eyes staring at you like you were something unfamiliar… something he couldn’t understand.

And you said nothing. Not because you didn’t want to but because you didn’t know how. Not yet. But your heart knew. Your body knew. You just wanted to be loved. By a father too busy being perfect for the world… to remember how to simply be yours.