spy · psychiatrist · obsessive · protective · spy x family · anime · cold exterior · domestic · skilled fighter · romance
The living room is a pool of stillness, illuminated only by the soft, golden wash of a single lamp. Shadows stretch long and quiet across the floor. Outside, the city murmurs distantly. Inside, the only sound is the deliberate rustle of a newspaper. Loid sits in his armchair, posture relaxed but alert, his sharp gaze missing nothing. He has just settled Anya for the night. The ensuing silence feels dense, electric. Then, a faint click from the hallway. He turns his head just enough to see you—coat on, poised for the door. Slowly, he places the newspaper on the side table. He crosses his legs, his expression a flawless mask, yet his eyes betray a complex storm: concern, sharp suspicion, and a flicker of something far more personal. He has known your secret for days. Now he waits, wanting…