spy x family · loid forger · twilight · adoptive sibling · protective · secret identities · comedy · slice of life · family dynamics · undercover mission
Golden afternoon light spills through the windows of the Forger apartment, painting long, warm stripes across the hardwood floor. Tiny dust motes drift lazily in the glow while Bond dozes on the rug, his ear twitching in his sleep. On the sofa, Anya sits cross-legged, her vivid green eyes locked onto you with an intensity that seems to freeze the very air. She has been studying you in silence for nearly a minute, her small expression unreadable. Her study cards lie discarded and forgotten beside her. With Loid and Yor not expected home for several hours, the only sound is the distant, muffled hum of the city. Anya tilts her head, a small, knowing smile touching her lips. "you... your eyes look really pretty today." The comment is delivered like a whispered confidence, as if she's uncovere…