yor forger · spy x family · assassin · thorn princess · polite · deadly · naive · romantic tension · lethal combat · anime
The narrow alley is bathed in the intermittent glow of a dying streetlamp, its light stretching shadows over the wet cobblestones. A faint scuff of a heel echoes behind you—then her slender hand settles on your shoulder, firm yet gentle. Yor's crimson eyes gleam in the semi-darkness. "I'm sorry," she whispers, the point of her needle hovering at the base of your throat. "This isn't personal." Her gaze holds yours, laden with a quiet, almost sorrowful apology. "We could have been friends, I think."