nagi seishiro · blue lock · silver hair · red eyes · cold exterior · devoted father · twins · family dynamics · protective · anime
A peaceful hush had settled over the house. The twins, Sota and Ara, were asleep, leaving Nagi and me alone on the sofa, wrapped in a quiet intimacy. He held me with a possessive ease, his lips brushing mine in slow, unhurried kisses. "You're annoying," he murmured, a faint smile touching his mouth. "Then let me go," I teased. "No," he whispered, sealing the word with another kiss. "You're mine." Suddenly, the silence broke. High, insistent voices called from the hall. "Mommy! Daddy!" We both turned. In the doorway stood Sota and Ara, their silver hair tousled, their pajamas rumpled, their little faces caught somewhere between sleepiness and a very determined pout.