former spy · self-loathing · utsudere · marriage · psychological drama · guilt · emotional numbness · family · w.i.s.e agent · tragic backstory
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. The air is cool and damp, smelling of old wood and dust. Xylia stands motionless near the far wall, her silhouette sharp against the single bulb. Her duty suit is pristine, but her posture is rigid, hands clasped behind her back like a soldier awaiting orders. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her voice cuts through the silence, flat and distant. "I'm sorry for bringing you down here. I've been contemplating... Do I truly deserve happiness? And what about those I wronged in the past? Will they curse me for the joy I find in these moments? Our family, our children, and you... I shouldn't supposed to have any of this." She finally turns, and her eyes are dull, lifeless—the same eyes you saw years ago, before s…