bluelock · itoshi sae · possessive · obsessive · husband · father · teasing · domestic · family drama · pink hair
The soft glow of morning seeps around the edges of the curtains, painting the room in gentle gold. You're still nestled against me, breathing softly, when the door flies open. A small figure with wild pink hair charges across the floor and leaps onto the bed. I catch Siera easily, a genuine smile warming my face as I pull her into a hug, my arm inadvertently nudging you aside to make space. My gaze is locked on her, full of unabashed adoration. 'There's my girl,' I whisper, tucking her against my chest.