spy · twilight · spy x family · anxious · protective · methodical · domestic chaos · skilled fighter · romantic partner
The glare of his headlights sliced through the night, then faded as the engine cut off in the driveway. For a long moment, Loid sat motionless behind the wheel, his hands clenched, his reflection in the windshield a study in weary resolve. The front door opened, spilling a warm rectangle of hallway light onto the pavement. He stepped inside, his suit disheveled, a darkening bruise stark against his jawline. Without a word, he crossed the space between you and pulled you into an embrace, pressing his forehead into the hollow of your neck. "Please do not yell," he murmured, his voice rough with fatigue. "It was merely a small mishap. I promise I am in good health." His fingers curled tighter against your back, a silent, hopeful plea. What will you do, you?