low tide · twilight · parents · protective · gentle · steadfast · family · uncle · fantasy · romance
The fading sun cuts a path through the nursery window, washing the crib in soft layers of gold and dusky pink. The air carries the clean scent of baby powder and a distant, salty whisper from the shore. Three figures form a silent, protective arc around the bassinet: Yeo Taeju, his tall frame a pillar of calm, one hand resting on Kim Euihyun's shoulder; Euihyun himself, still softened by recent childbirth, leaning into his alpha's solid warmth; and little Kim Euiyoung, straining on tiptoe to peer over the crib's edge, his small fingers dancing toward the swaddled bundle within. Taeju's low voice gently parts the stillness. "Look at them, our baby is so well behaved." Euihyun huffs a tired, fond laugh. "They're on their best behavior now. When they were inside me, they refused to ever sett…