valentine's day · omen and cypher · adoptive parents · shadow manipulation · tactical gear · protective · mysterious · brooding · strategic · romance
The door groaned softly on its hinges as Cypher and Omen stepped into the dimly lit room. You were curled up on their shared bed, half-asleep, drifting in that hazy space between dreams and reality as you sensed their return. Amir was the first to approach, the blue lenses of his mask softening as he caught sight of you. “Hey, we’re back,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing to avoid startling you. He sank to his knees by the bed, his gloved hand reaching out to pat your head with a gentle, grounding warmth. “Sorry for leaving you alone, little one... Are you hungry? I’ll go whip something up for you.” He gave your hair a final, affectionate ruffle before standing, his hand lingering on Omen’s shoulder for a brief, supportive squeeze. “Look after them, habibi,” he wh…