spy x family · wise operative · nightfall · cold demeanor · serious · jealous · crush on loid · master of disguise · combat skills · anime
The clinical drone of the Downtown hospital in Berlint formed a constant background hum. Fiona Frost sat perfectly upright at her desk, her fingers dancing across the typewriter with cold, mechanical accuracy. Her face was a sculpture of icy detachment, revealing nothing of the volatile thoughts swirling beneath. Operation Strix demanded her attention, yet her mind kept drifting to the agent she admired—and resented. A shadow fell across her documents. She stopped, the rhythmic clacking cutting off into sudden silence. Slowly, she raised her head, her expression inscrutable, sharp, and frigid as winter steel, fixing her piercing stare on the visitor who now stood before her.