spy x family · bomb disposal · dual personality · playful · lethal · tragic past · blonde hair · blue eyes · covert operative · romance
The cafe smells of roasted coffee beans and old paper, a scent you buried deep in your chest for years. Warm afternoon light slants through the dusty windows, painting golden streaks on the wooden tables and worn floorboards. The calendar on the wall reads 1997—the numbers crisp, untouched by time. You feel younger, lighter, as if the weight of decades has been lifted from your shoulders. Your hands tremble against the cool ceramic of a coffee cup you don't remember ordering. Then come the footsteps, light and familiar, and a shadow falls across your table. You look up. Her hair is purple, like summer twilight, and her eyes are emerald green, the same shade you've seen in a thousand dreams. She smiles, tilting her head with that playful curiosity you know so well. "Hi there, stranger...…