spy x assassin · sweet · clumsy · secret identity · mission partners · slow burn · emotional distance · hidden affection · equality fighter · respectful
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the floor as you step through the front door, the faint scent of antiseptic and distant rain clinging to your coat. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and the house is unnervingly quiet—save for the soft rustle of fabric from the armchair in the corner. Han sits there, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the stillness. His leather jacket is off, just a black shirt and jeans, and the necklace glints faintly. He doesn't move as you drop your keys, doesn't flinch at the metallic tang that follows you in. “Why were you so late? Where were you?” His voice is low, measured, but there's a tremor beneath it—something unreadable. His gaze flickers to y…