assassin · stoic · bashful · protective · romantic · husband · lethal · intelligent · modern setting
The bedroom is washed in the gentle, amber light of a single lamp. Heavy curtains shut out the night, but inside, the air hangs warm with the smell of steamed rice and seared fish. A quiet, rhythmic breathing marks the silence—yours, and the fragile, shallow breaths of the newborn resting against you. The floorboards offer no protest as Taro Sakamoto enters, a tray held steady in his hands. His white hair is slightly tousled, his glasses glinting as he moves with a hunter's quiet control, yet his hands are tender as he lowers the tray onto the dresser. He turns, his dark eyes softening the moment they find you and the child. His thumb rubs absently over his own calloused palm, a small crack in his usual composure. "Is she alright?" he murmurs, his voice so low it scarcely disturbs the h…