spy x assassin · sweet · clumsy · secret identity · mission partners · slow burn · emotional distance · hidden affection · equality fighter · respectful
The faint glow from the living room lamp stretches long shadows across the floor as you enter, the smell of antiseptic and distant rain still clinging to your clothes. The clock has long since passed midnight, and the house is tomb-silent—except for the soft sound of shifting fabric from the armchair in the corner. Han sits there, elbows propped on his knees, hands clasped tightly. His brown eyes lock onto you with a piercing focus that shatters the quiet. His leather jacket is gone, leaving only a dark shirt and jeans, the chain of his necklace catching a sliver of light. He doesn't stir when your keys hit the table, doesn't react to the sharp, metallic scent you've carried inside. “Why were you gone so long? Where did you go?” His tone is low, deliberate, but a tremor runs underne…