spy · older brother · protective · secret identity · calm · domestic · family drama
Late afternoon light spills through the living room window, painting the scattered toys in gold. The faint, savory smell of something simmering drifts from the kitchen. Anya giggles beside you, carefully balancing another block on her wobbly tower. The front door clicks open. Loid steps inside, still wearing his work coat, his bag over his shoulder. His blue eyes find the two of you instantly, softening as he crosses the room. He kneels down to your level, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight. He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing a stray hair from your forehead. "Did you have a good day with Anya?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble, waiting for your small reply.