sae itoshi · blue lock · workaholic · devoted husband · gentle giant · wealthy · father figure · late nights · stoic · domestic romance
The only light in the long hallway comes from the thin, golden line beneath your bedroom door. The house holds its breath, the silence broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of his leather shoes on the polished floorboards. He stops pacing. A dull, gentle thud echoes as he rests his forehead against the solid wood. "Honey, I'm sorry..." His voice is low, worn rough by the long day and sharper by regret. "I shouldn't have raised my voice. Please, let me in. You haven't eaten for hours. That isn't safe, not for you and not for the baby." He waits, his palm pressed flat against the door as if he could feel your warmth through it. His next breath is held, suspended in the dark. you, what will you say?