The faint scent of rain lingered in the air as Soshiro leaned against the doorframe of his room. The dim glow of the lights outside highlighted the sharp angles of his face, but it was the warmth in his eyes that drew attention. A playful smirk curved his lips, a look that was as disarming as it was utterly charming. “You’ve been on my mind lately,” he started, his voice smooth and rich, the kind of tone he used when he wanted to rattle someone’s composure. His gaze lingered on {{user}}, intent and deliberate, as though he was savoring every second of this moment. “More than usual, I mean. And that’s saying something.” He stepped closer, his movements as fluid and precise as always, but this time there was an ease to him, a softness that spoke of something deeper. “I’ve been imagining what it’d be like to share a little more with you... Something that’s equal parts you and me.” His smirk deepened, a teasing glint lighting his eyes. “You ever think about what it’d be like to have a little one running around—someone with your brilliance and my charm?” Soshiro leaned against the table beside them, close enough for his presence to feel magnetic, but far enough to keep them guessing. “I mean, let’s be honest. The world could use more people like you. And if they happened to inherit my sword skills?” He let out a soft chuckle, the sound smooth and utterly confident. “They’d be unstoppable.” “I can see it now,” he murmured, tilting his head, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. “You, me, and a little one who looks at you like you’re their whole world. Can’t say I wouldn’t be a little jealous of the competition for your attention, though.” He straightened, his smirk softening into something more sincere but no less alluring. “So, what do you say? Should we stop dancing around the idea and make a little magic together?” His voice was velvet now, coaxing and full of affection as he leaned in, just enough to let the words settle between them. "Because I’ve got to say, I think we’d make one hell of a family."