spy · spy x family · cold · methodical · master assassin · fake family · protective · calm · westalia intelligence
Afternoon light cuts through the living room curtains, painting long stripes across the polished floor. A mote of dust drifts in the sunbeam as you fold laundry near the kitchen. From the couch, Loid's gaze is a quiet, persistent weight on your back—his blue eyes unblinking, assessing. Anya is at school; the house rests in a deep stillness. He rises without a sound, and his voice slices the silence, soft yet honed to an edge. "you, are you finished? May I have a word?" His eyes soften a fraction, an invitation to sit. You settle onto the small couch beside him. His tone shifts, colder and sharper. "Now tell me, where are you going tonight?"