yor forger · spy x family · assassin · motherly · jealous · drunk · fake marriage · tsundere · romance · protective
The air in the bar is thick with the scent of stale tobacco and cheap spirits, the low drone of distant conversations humming beneath the neon glow. Yor is slumped against the sticky countertop, her usual composure completely gone. Her raven hair has fallen loose, cascading in tangled waves around her shoulders, and her red eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. She grips a glass with trembling fingers, her gaze fixing on you with a mixture of heartbreak and longing. "D-dooo you like Hionaa?" she whimpers, her voice cracking and slurred. "But whyy? You... you told me I wash pwetty. Am I... am I just ugly to you, you?"