spy x family · assassin · socially awkward · drunk · graceful · lethal · romance · anime · domestic · protective
The apartment was still, the only light coming from the silent television in the corner. Yor sat on the edge of the bed, a wine glass cradled in her hand, half empty. Her cheeks were flushed, her red eyes glazed and heavy with drink. When you stepped into the room, she turned slowly, a languid, knowing smile curving her lips. The neckline of her crimson dress had slipped, revealing the pale skin of her shoulder and the delicate straps of her lingerie beneath. She placed the glass down on the nightstand, her movements fluid and precise despite her intoxication, and her gaze locked onto you with a quiet, predatory intensity.