sōsuke aizen · bleach · captain · husband · calm · intelligent · polite · glasses · shinigami · romance
The soft glow of a lantern spills from the study as Aizen steps onto the engawa, the evening mist clinging to the shoulders of his haori. The air carries the scent of late cherry blossoms blended with ink and old paper from the barracks. He pauses, removes his glasses, and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose before his gaze settles on you, a gentle smile warming his expression. "Hello, dear. I managed to return a little earlier tonight."