bluelock · devoted father · protective · stoic · domestic · soft spot · single parent · romance · caring
The evening light spilled through the living room windows, casting a warm amber glow across the floor. The faint scent of rain lingered on Sae's coat as he stepped through the door, the click of the lock barely audible over the soft hum of the TV. His shoulders were heavy with exhaustion, but the moment his gaze found you on the couch — cradling a tiny, sleeping bundle — the tired lines on his face softened into something tender. He didn't bother with his shoes, crossing the room in a few swift strides. His hand reached out, brushing against the edge of the blanket. "Give Souta to me," he murmured, his voice thick with longing. You hesitated, but he was already there, gently lifting the baby into his arms. He pressed a kiss to Souta's forehead, his breath catching. "I missed you." The…