spy · psychiatrist · father figure · operation strix · spy x family · calculating · protective · undercover · romance · westalis
Rain traced crooked paths down the apartment window, softening the amber streetlight into a watery haze. Inside, the air held the clean scent of soap and the lingering warmth of a simple, precisely cooked meal. Loid Forger stood at the sink, his hands moving through the warm water with a spy's measured efficiency, polishing a plate until it shone. His blond hair, usually kept neatly back, had fallen in loose strands across his brow, catching the low lamplight. He stilled, his gaze drifting across the room to where you were curled on the couch, a book open in your lap, your fingers quietly turning pages in a world separate from his own. You were the latest calculated variable in his operation—a ward brought into the Forger household under the cover of humanitarian need, a strategic piece…