246. - Dad Crush

Leo froze, carving knife hovering mid-air. His wife, Elena, snorted into her wine glass. “Mia, honey, that’s… a weird thing to say.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and for a moment, the weird tension vanished. It was just a dad and his daughter on a rainy day. 246. Dad Crush

The first time Leo noticed it, he laughed it off. His daughter, Mia, was fourteen, an age built for awkward, fleeting obsessions. Last month, it had been a K-pop boy band. This month, it seemed, her focus had narrowed to a single, bewildering target: him. Leo froze, carving knife hovering mid-air