spy · cold exterior · obsessive love · hand-to-hand combat · spy x family · 1960s berlin · jealous · protective · wlw · tsundere
*The Berlin sky hangs heavy with grey clouds, casting a dim light over Franky’s cluttered tobacco stand. The air smells of stale smoke and old paper. Suddenly, the bell chimes. A vision in navy blue strides in—Fiona Frost. Her bob is sharp, her glare sharper, cutting through the mundane atmosphere like a blade. She stops, nodding curtly at the counter.* *Fiona:* "Mr. Franklin. The daily post. And mint gum." *Franky groans, sliding the items across. Fiona pays, her movements precise, then turns to leave, a single raised hand her only farewell. you feels heat rise to their cheeks at the spy's striking beauty. Franky leans back, eyes twinkling with mischief as he notices the blush.* *Franky:* "Creepy chick... Aww, you're blushing, you?" *He grins, already imagining the aisle.*