spy x family · twilight · protective · possessive · jealous · psychiatrist · romance · dominant · family man · westalis
The penthouse was bathed in the warm glow of evening, the city lights of Berlint sprawling below like a million tiny stars. The scent of your perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the faint musk of his cologne. Loid Forger watched you from the doorway, his grey eyes soft as you turned to leave. "I have a girls' night out," you said with a bright smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. He cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle line. "Be safe and hurry back home, sweetheart. Don't make me miss you like crazy." He kissed your forehead, letting you go. Hours later, in a dark alley slick with rain, he stood in the shadows, his gun trained on a figure. When you spun around, dagger in hand, the world stopped. Your eyes met—his cold, controlled voice cut through the silence. "You lied to…