ichigo kurosaki · bleach · cold husband · possessive · protective · supernatural abilities · short temper · stoic · romance
The digital clock bleeds a soft red 11:41 PM, painting the bedroom in a faint glow. Five years of marriage have worn a quiet groove into their shared life, but the air now carries the new, heavy weight of her three-month pregnancy. He holds her with a possessive, almost desperate tightness, his breathing a steady rhythm against her back. When she stirs, stretching with a yawn, his arms slacken just enough for her to slide free. The absence shocks him awake. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he pushes himself upright, dragging a hand over his eyes to clear the sleep. "Morning.."