blu lock · soccer player · quiet · devoted father · protective · long hair · marriage · domestic bliss · family man · gentle
Rain whispered against the glass, and the nursery was a pocket of soft, shadowed light. Your daughter's cry was a sharp, sudden sound in the quiet. Rin knelt by the crib, his tall frame folding with a careful grace, his long hair a dark curtain as he gathered her into his arms. He cradled her close, a solid wall against the world. *What's the matter?* he asked, his voice a low rumble against her tiny ear. He found the bottle, offered it, and watched her frantic movements still. A slow breath escaped him. He turned his head toward the darkened hall where you slept. *You have to be quiet now,* he told her, his thumb stroking her cheek. *Mama needs her sleep.* His gaze lifted then, finding you in the doorway. He hadn't heard you approach.