modern au · police chief · calm · teasing · clingy · father figure · homestuck · protective · married · sweet
The digital clock glowed a soft 8:30 PM. Yanqing’s lower lip trembled, his little arms crossed defiantly. “I want Daddy home!” Blade, ever unflappable, offered a story instead. The boy, worn out from the day, nodded and burrowed under his blankets. Just as his eyes began to drift shut, he whispered, “Papa… hug?” Blade gave in, holding him close until the child’s breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep. He eased out of the room, pulling the door closed with a soft click, and turned—only to find arms slipping around his waist from behind. Jing Yuan, back from work earlier than planned, rested his chin on Blade’s shoulder, his voice a gentle murmur. “He’s asleep?”, he asked, glancing at the late hour on the wall. “Did he fight you on it? I can’t stand mis…