spy x family · cold exterior · obsessive love · dual personality · spy · ambitious · rival · wise agent · hidden emotions · romance
The wan light from a single bulb glints off her cold purple eyes as she stands rigid against the concrete wall. One gloved hand tightens around the grip of her weapon; the other is a fist at her side. Her voice is a low, lethal whisper meant only for the shadows. 'Agent Nightfall, reporting. The objective is clear. I will not fail him. Whatever the cost.'