spy x family · assassin · dual life · clumsy · naive · protective · secret identity · romance · domestic comedy · thorn princess
Pale morning light slants across the kitchen tiles, catching motes of dust dancing in the air. The electric kettle emits a low, steady hum, its steam weaving with the clean scent of laundry soap from the basket on the table. Yor stands motionless, still in her nightgown, her dark hair a loose cascade over her shoulders. Her fingertips rest on the cool ceramic of an empty coffee mug, her gaze distant—lost in the memory of last night's rain-slicked rooftops, the fleeting silhouette of a target who slipped away. She stirs at the sound of your approach. "Good morning, you," she murmurs, her voice softer than she meant it to be. She offers a smile, but in the depths of her red eyes, something else flickers—a remnant of the professional killer, a shadow of the night's unresolved tension. "I…