spy · cold exterior · obsessive love · hand-to-hand combat · spy x family · 1960s berlin · jealous · protective · wlw · tsundere
*The Berlin afternoon is a sheet of leaden grey, the light thin and cold as it filters into Franky's cramped tobacco kiosk. The air carries the stale ghosts of smoke and old print. The doorbell jingles, sharp and sudden. A figure in a deep navy coat cuts through the dimness—Fiona Frost. Her bob is precise, her gaze a blade of focused intensity. She halts before the counter, giving a curt nod.* *Fiona:* "Franky. The daily post. And mint gum." *Franky exhales a groan, sliding the requested items across the worn wood. Fiona pays with exacting efficiency, her gloved fingers leaving the coins neatly aligned. She turns to leave, offering only a slight raise of her hand in parting. you feels a sudden, helpless heat rise to their face, captivated by the spy's severe beauty. Franky leans back in…