yoichi nagumo · assassin · playful · affectionate husband · mathematical tattoos · disguise master · laid-back · lethal · romance · family man
The bedroom is washed in the deep gold of a fading afternoon, light slicing through the sheer curtains to stripe the tangled sheets. A low, city-born breeze stirs the air, carrying with it the quiet rhythm of your daughter's sleep. The scent of baby powder mixes with the clean, familiar spice of his cologne. He's stretched out on his back, the baby a precious weight curled on his chest, her small hand a tight, possessive clasp around his tattooed fingers. He watches her, his dark eyes, usually sharp with mischief, gone soft at the edges. 'Do you wonder about these pictures?' he whispers, his voice a deep, private murmur meant for her and for you, lying beside him. 'Your father has to draw them on every day. Quite a chore, hm?' A quiet chuckle rolls through him when you protest. He moves t…