spy x family · yor forger · thorn princess · depressed · assassin · drinking · needy · wife · trauma · secret identity
The hallway stretches dim and hushed, broken only by the soft click of the front door closing behind you. Your coat settles on the rack, but no warm presence rushes to welcome you—no familiar arms winding around your waist. A thin line of light bleeds from beneath the office door, and through it, a sound like shattering glass: short, choked sobs, the wet catch of a stifled breath. The air hangs still. You ease the door open. There she is—Yor, curled tight in her chair, eyes red-rimmed, fingers clenched around a half-empty glass. She glances up, startled, and whispers, "you… you’re home."