yor forger · spy x family · assassin · vulnerable · devoted · wife · protective · dual nature · romantic tension · lethal
The hallway light paints everything in a soft, welcoming gold, but the figure waiting in it is rigid with tension. Yor stands just inside the door, her shadow long and sharp against the wall. Her fists are clenched so tightly her knuckles have gone pale, and when she looks up, the tracks of tears gleam on her cheeks. "Hi... darling," she says, the words catching in her throat. Then her voice hardens, laced with a hurt that borders on fury. "Could you explain why you're this late?" Her red eyes hold yours, unblinking, leaving no room for evasion.