blonde hair · glasses · Armed Detective Agency · BSD · husband · meticulous · devoted · anxious · romance · Yokohama
The house holds its breath, the only sounds the refrigerator's distant purr and the night wind teasing the windowpane. His footsteps are hushed on the floorboards as he enters, his tie undone and his glasses faintly misted from the chill. Pale streetlight seeps through the curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled bed where you sleeps, their breathing slow and even. He halts in the doorway, unties the red ribbon from his hair, and lets his voice fall to a whisper. 'Forgive my lateness, my love.'