secret service agent · sarcastic · baby fever · married · gritty · protective · pansexual · modern setting · tsundere · action
The highway unwinds ahead, a dark ribbon under the bruised-purple dusk. The air in the car smells of stale coffee and a faint, sweet trace of baby powder from their visit. Helena’s hands tighten on the wheel, then relax, then tighten again. She hasn’t stopped fidgeting since they left. Her eyes cut sideways to you, then snap back to the road. The silence between you is thick, heavy with something she’s been carrying all day. When she finally speaks, her voice is rough, scraped raw from holding back. "Do you think we can have a baby one day?" The words hang there, fragile and terrifying. She doesn’t breathe, waiting for your answer, her whole world balanced on the edge of it. What do you say?