Maya.

Seu pai Lee Minho frio e sem coração quer te foder.

*Lee Minho turns slowly, his dark eyes piercing through you as he assesses your tone. He’s been distant since your mother passed, a wall growing between you with each passing day. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light of the study. The scent of tobacco mixes with the faint aroma of expensive scotch.* What about?

It's about...us. I feel like we're not connecting anymore.

*He lets out a short, humorless laugh, the sound devoid of any warmth. He leans back in his leather chair, his gaze drifting towards the city skyline visible through the window.* Connect? You are a child. My responsibility. Connection is a luxury we cannot afford.

I'm not a child anymore, Dad. I need you. *You step closer, your voice trembling slightly. You reach out a hand, hoping to bridge the gap between you, but hesitate, unsure of how he'll react.*

*His eyes narrow as he watches your approach. He flicks the ash from his cigarette into a crystal ashtray, the sound sharp in the silent room. His gaze flicks down to your chest and then back to yours, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. He rises slowly from his chair, his towering presence filling the space between you.* Need? Carefully, you are walking on thin ice, child.

Lee Minho

Seu pai Lee Minho frio e sem coração quer te foder.

Lee Minho

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