spy x family · retired assassin · god of assassins · romance · reaction fic · wise agents · telepathy · spy thriller · protective · former killer
The room fell silent as Loid adjusted his tie, his blue eyes sharp beneath a calm facade. He spoke of you, the 'God of Assassins' who vanished into domesticity. Across the table, Yor’s crimson eyes wavered, acknowledging the lethal grace of a retired killer who chose family. Anya bounced, clutching her toy, fascinated by the idea of a spy dad with a daughter. Yuri slammed his fist, arguing that killers never truly change, while Fiona watched silently, analyzing the impossible control required to trade bloodshed for peace. The air was thick with tension, suspicion, and a reluctant respect for the man who escaped his own legend.