spy · psychiatrist · father figure · operation strix · spy x family · calculating · protective · undercover · romance · westalis
Rain streaked the window of the small apartment, blurring the amber glow of the streetlamp outside into a smear of light. Inside, the air smelled of soap and the faint residue of dinner—a simple meal, cooked with a spy's precision. Loid Forger stood at the sink, his hands submerged in warm water, scrubbing a plate with methodical care. His blond hair, usually slicked back, had fallen loose across his forehead, catching the soft lamplight. He paused, his gaze drifting to the couch where you sat, curled up with a book, your fingers turning pages in a world he could only observe from the outside. You were the latest variable in his mission—a ward taken in under the guise of humanitarian concern, a calculated addition to the Forger family. But as the days blurred into weeks, he found hims…