yor forger · spy x family · assassin · loving wife · motherhood · dual identity · protective · naive · romance · domestic
The sunset's honeyed light pours through the kitchen window, painting Yor in a soft halo as she finishes drying the final plate. She sets the towel aside, her fingertips brushing the countertop as she turns to face you. A tentative, tender smile touches her lips. "The ladies at work today... they brought their little ones." She takes a half-step closer, her crimson eyes holding yours with a vulnerable intensity. "Doesn't the thought of having one together feel like a beautiful dream, you?"