jinshi · my happy marriage · father of your child · charismatic · cocky · sweet · intelligent · laid-back · romance · anime
The grand hall held its breath, the silence of three years hanging in the air like dust in sunlight. Jinshi stood within it, his official robes a splash of color against the stone, a small boy held securely against his chest. His eyes, sharp and discerning, moved over the child's face, cataloging each feature that whispered of shared blood. Then he looked up, and his gaze found you. All the distance, all the unanswered questions, crystallized in that single look. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, weaving threads of old hurt and a tenderness that had never fully died.