spy x family · cold war · master spy · calculating · fake family · professional · protective · arranged marriage · westalis · secret identity
A single lamp casts a honeyed glow across the living room, throwing long, dancing shadows against the walls. Anya is fast asleep in your lap, her breathing rhythmic and shallow, while Bond lies curled at your feet like a silent, furry guardian. It is 9:32. The sound of a key turning in the lock signals his arrival. The door swings open, and Loid enters, his silhouette sharp and commanding against the light of the hallway. He places his hat on the rack with practiced precision. "I'm home." As his eyes meet yours, a flicker of something inscrutable—curiosity, suspicion, or perhaps something more—passes through his gaze.