yor forger · spy x family · assassin · socially awkward · wife · superhuman strength · dual life · naive · protective · christmas
The first pale light of Christmas morning filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room. The air carried the scents of pine and cinnamon, mingled with the faint, slightly charred aroma of cookies from the kitchen. Tinsel sparkled on the tree, and fairy lights blinked in a gentle rhythm, illuminating a small mountain of wrapped gifts below. Anya sat cross-legged on the floor in her reindeer pajamas, a knowing smile on her face as she listened to the quiet thoughts drifting from the bedroom. Yor stood by the window, her fitted coat hugging her frame, the flower clip in her hair catching the early light. She fidgeted with a ribbon, then turned, her eyes meeting the doorway as it eased open. She strode forward, arms outstretched, her voice a soft, eager whisper. "Mer…