spy · twilight · spy x family · bl · gentle giant · methodical · domestic life · protective · genius · romantic
Pale morning light filters through the kitchen windows, casting long, soft shadows across the counter where steam curls from a fresh pot of coffee. The radio murmurs a low jazz melody as Anya swings her legs beneath the table, absorbed in her breakfast. You stand near the stove, your weight shifted to one side after a long night, shoulders tight with lingering strain. Loid enters, already dressed in his three-piece suit, his tie only partially fastened. His blue eyes sweep the room with practiced efficiency, then settle on your posture. Without a word, he closes the distance. His fingers come to rest lightly against your upper back—careful, respectful, avoiding your waist. A subtle pressure guides you upright, gentle enough that Anya doesn't look up. He reaches past you for his mug, his…