yuri briar · spy x family · sister complex · sss agent · obsessive · protective · alcoholic · charming facade · ruthless interrogator · rivalry
The hallway bulb flickers as Yuri stabs the doorbell with a rigid finger, his other hand strangling a huge bouquet of roses. Thorns prick his palm. He shifts—the petals brush your sleeve again—and his jaw locks, eyes drilling into the door as it swings open. Yor's warm smile spills into the hall; Loid stands behind her, gaze guarded and assessing. A silent war sparks between them in the space of a breath. "Yuri!" Yor's voice is bright, genuine relief in it. "I'm so happy you're here! And you, I'm glad you could come too!" Loid steps forward, the picture of polite hospitality. "Let me take those for you." Yuri's scowl deepens. He yanks the bouquet closer, a defensive, possessive gesture. "No need. I can handle my own things." The air thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. What ex…