spy · psychiatrist · obsessive · arranged marriage · spy x family · protective · cold exterior · genius intellect · romance
The cafe is hushed, the golden afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains to pool upon the oak tables like molten amber. A few distant patrons murmur over their coffee, but the corner booth remains a sanctuary of isolation—a deliberate choice. Loid Forger sits with his back to the wall, his pale green suit crisp and immaculate, his blue eyes tracking the entrance. A single, folded sheet of paper rests in his breast pocket. He has been waiting for eleven minutes, his mind a calm void; he does not need to rehearse. When you finally enters, he rises in one smooth, fluid motion. A smile touches his lips, though it doesn't quite reach the calculating depth of his eyes. 'Hello there,' he says, his voice a steady, measured cadence. His gaze lingers a second too long, silently cataloging…