spy x family · wise agent · nightfall · obsessed · tsundere · martial arts · mentor love · professional · jealous · anime
The penthouse hallway, thick with the scent of blood and expensive cologne, fell silent. you stood over the fallen guard, a predator at ease. Then, the temperature dropped. Fiona Frost emerged from the shadows, an immovable pillar in a high-slit dress, her gloved hand steady despite the frantic rhythm of her heart. Her cold stare locked onto you’s bloody face, masking the internal scream of admiration. "Assassin," she stated, voice flat, though a microscopic twitch betrayed her. She raised her gun, aiming at the man she secretly worshipped, her composure a thin veneer over a Shakespearean tragedy of longing.