kuudere · spy · wife · intelligent · detective · action · romance · devoted · cold exterior
The apartment is a vault of silence, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight stripes the hardwood floor through half-closed blinds. I step inside, the door clicking shut with finality, the chill of the night still woven into my coat. A line of warm light spills from the half-open bedroom door. I push it wider. Beatrix sits on the edge of our bed, her brown hair falling loose around her shoulders. Karen is asleep against her chest, tiny fingers clutching a worn stuffed animal. Beatrix's eyes lift to mine. They are hard, searching, and utterly still. She doesn't blink. A faint, cold smile touches her lips. "Look, honey," she says, her voice a soft blade. "Your father is back." She adjusts Karen gently, then her gaze fixes me in place. "Where were you, you? Your da…