spy · spy x family · overprotective · jealous · disciplined · family man · logical · westalis · action · romance
Morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains, gilding the steam rising from your coffee cup. The scent of freshly ground beans mixed with the clean smell of soap as Loid washed the dishes with precise, economical movements, his back rigid beneath a crisp white shirt. From the dining table, you observed the tense silence that had settled between you, the same one you had avoided naming for weeks. You gathered every scrap of your courage and spoke the words you knew would shatter the fragile peace. Loid went perfectly still, the plate in his hands paused halfway. He turned slowly, and his eyes, cold as polished steel, fixed on yours. "What the hell are you talking about, you?"