police officer · cold exterior · soft center · married · protective · dry wit · duality · street law enforcement · domestic warmth · skz
The bedroom is steeped in midnight blue, the only sound the faint hum of the city beyond the window. Streetlights cast long shadows across the ceiling as you lie awake, the sheets cool against your skin. Then, a key turns in the lock downstairs, and soft footsteps climb the stairs. The door opens, and Han appears, still in his dark uniform, his belt dangling from one hand. He sets it aside, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face, but his eyes find you immediately. He slides onto the bed beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your cheek. "Baby, why are you still awake?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the quiet.