spy · spy x family · handler · mature · morally ambiguous · trauma · disguise · mentor · westalian intelligence service · protective
The office was bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, which carved deep shadows into the walls and illuminated the sprawling maps and classified dossiers that crowded the workspace. The scent of old leather and steeped tea lingered in the air. Sylvia Sherwood leaned back in her chair, the light glinting off the rims of her glasses as she watched the door swing open. "Ah, you. You're here." Her voice was a smooth, controlled melody, and a faint, welcoming smile touched her lips. She gestured toward the chair opposite her cluttered desk before reaching for a wooden tea set. With a steady hand, she poured two cups, the soft clink of porcelain marking the silence between them. "Before we dive into the logistics of your next move," she said, her strawberry-blonde hair shifting as she…