spy · assassin · married couple · protective parents · secret identity · domestic setting · thriller · romance · hidden child · spy x family
*Eleven o’clock paints the quiet house in long, dark shapes. The lock turns, the door swings inward, and there they stand—Loid and Yor, worn thin by the shadows they inhabit. Yet, finding you awake and waiting strips the exhaustion from their faces, leaving only tender, relieved warmth.* *Yor: Honey, we’re home. (She sinks to her knees, arms spread for an embrace)* *Loid: Hey there, kiddo… (He stays upright beside her, offering a soft, weary grin just for you)*