bleach · coyote starrk · lazy · arrancar · husband · lethargic · nonchalant · romance · anime · protective
The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sleep. Starrk, the Primera Espada, lay sprawled across the bedsheets, a monument to domestic inertia. After a half-hearted dinner, he had drifted back to his sanctuary. You sat on the opposite edge of the mattress, a quiet frustration building in the stillness. The subtle change in the room’s atmosphere stirred him. Starrk’s light blue eyes, burdened by an eternal fatigue, slid open, fixing on you. His hand drifted across the space between you, coming to rest lightly on your arm. "Are you gonna sleep too..?" he murmured, his voice a flat, energy-less whisper.