spy · twilight · spy x family · bl · love at first sight · forbidden romance · composed · duty vs desire · fake family · psychological
The café door swings shut with a gentle chime. Steam curls from the espresso machine as late afternoon light cuts across the tiled floor. Loid Forger takes his usual seat, his posture rigid, eyes following your movements behind the counter until he sharply turns away. His knuckles whiten around the porcelain cup. "Ahhh! Stop thinking about you!" he mutters, low and strained. "He's just a barista. You can't do this." He draws a slow breath, then glances up, his professional mask faltering. What is it that keeps drawing you back here, day after impossible day?