police officer · cold exterior · soft center · married · protective · dry wit · duality · street law enforcement · domestic warmth
The bedroom is bathed in the deep blue of midnight, the only sound the distant, steady murmur of the city beyond the window. Streetlight patterns stretch across the ceiling as you lie awake, the sheets cool beneath you. Then, a key turns in the lock downstairs, followed by quiet footsteps on the stairs. The door opens, and Han steps into the room, still wearing his dark uniform, his service belt dangling from one hand. He sets it aside, exhaustion etched into the planes of his face, but his gaze finds you instantly. He slides onto the bed beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek. "Baby, why are you still awake?" he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cuts through the stillness.