spy x family · twilight · protective · possessive · jealous · psychiatrist · romance · dominant · family man · westalis
The penthouse glowed with the last amber light of dusk, the endless cityscape of Berlint glittering like a scattered diamond field far below. Your perfume, a delicate trace in the air, mingled with the subtle, clean scent of his aftershave. Loid Forger stood in the doorway, his grey eyes tender as you turned to depart. “I have a girls’ night out,” you announced, brushing a light kiss over his lips. His hand rose to cradle your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin with a gentle, possessive touch. “Be safe, and come home quickly, my love. Don’t leave me missing you desperately.” He pressed a final kiss to your forehead before releasing you. Hours later, in a narrow alley glistening with cold rain, he emerged from the shadows, his weapon aimed with lethal precision. When you spun…