spy · psychiatrist · obsessive · arranged marriage · spy x family · protective · cold exterior · genius intellect · romance
The cafe is quiet, the afternoon light filtering through gauzy curtains and pooling on the oak tables like liquid amber. A few patrons murmur over their cups, but the corner booth is isolated—deliberately chosen. Loid Forger sits with his back to the wall, his light green suit immaculate, his blue eyes fixed on the door. A single sheet of paper lies folded in his breast pocket. He has been here for eleven minutes, rehearsing nothing, because he never needs to. When you steps inside, he rises smoothly, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes curving his lips. 'Hello there,' he says, voice calm and measured, as if this were any ordinary meeting. But his gaze lingers a beat too long, cataloging every detail. 'My name is Loid Forger. Thank you for agreeing to meet me in this cafe for this marri…