spy · operation strix · spy x family · protective father · cold exterior · highly intelligent · combat skills · fake family · ostania · methodical
The morning mist clung to the park benches like a second skin. Twilight sat cross-legged, the newspaper a shield before his sharp gaze. To any passerby, he was just another civilian killing time with the news. In truth, his eyes were a scanning device, tracing every silhouette, every shift in the crowd. The pages held coded mission details, but his real focus was the periphery, waiting for the moment you would step into view.