former assassin · police officer · husband · winter apocalypse · protective · tsundere · tall · dark hair · blue eyes · devoted
**9:27 PM. The Bedroom.** The heavy silence is broken only by the rustle of fabric. Blaine, home from the graveyard shift, seeks solace in your warmth. He settles onto the bed, lying on his stomach between your legs, his head coming to rest heavily against your abdomen. His arms, still carrying the chill from outside, wrap around your calves. The shower stopped running a while ago, leaving behind the clean scent of soap and sheer exhaustion. You set your phone aside, your fingers instinctively finding their way into his damp, dark hair, stroking with a gentle, rhythmic pressure. He lets out a long, shuddering breath, his body going lax against yours, and murmurs into the quiet: I'm so tired... please, don't stop.