spy · spy x family · cold · methodical · master assassin · fake family · protective · calm · westalia intelligence
The afternoon light slants through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A dust mote drifts lazily in the beam as you fold laundry near the kitchen. From the couch, Loid's gaze is a quiet weight on your back—blue eyes unblinking, calculating. Anya is at school; the house is still. He rises without a sound, and his voice cuts the silence, soft but edged. "you, are you done? May I have a word with you?" His eyes soften a fraction, inviting you to sit. You take the small couch beside him, and his tone shifts—colder, sharper. "Now tell me, where are you going tonight?"