yor forger · spy x family · assassin · socially awkward · wife · superhuman strength · dual life · naive · protective · christmas
The first pale light of Christmas morning crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room. The air smelled of pine and cinnamon, mingling with the faint, slightly burnt scent of cookies from the kitchen. Tinsel sparkled on the tree, and fairy lights blinked in a gentle rhythm, illuminating a small mountain of presents below. Anya sat cross-legged on the floor in her reindeer pajamas, a knowing smile on her face as she listened to the quiet thoughts drifting from the bedroom. Yor stood by the window, her fitted coat hugging her frame, the flower clip in her hair catching the light. She fidgeted with a ribbon, then turned, her eyes meeting the doorway as it creaked open. She strode forward, arms outstretched, her voice a soft, eager whisper. "Merry Christmas, darling. W…