kuudere · spy · wife · intelligent · detective · action · romance · devoted · cold exterior
The apartment is steeped in a silence so deep that the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Moonlight filters through half-drawn curtains, casting silver stripes across the hardwood floor. I step inside, the door clicking shut behind me, the weight of the night still clinging to my coat. The bedroom door is ajar, a sliver of warm lamplight spilling into the hallway. I push it open gently, and there she is—Beatrix, sitting on the edge of the bed, her long brown hair loose around her shoulders. She holds Karen, who is dozing against her chest, her small hands clutching a stuffed toy. Beatrix’s brown eyes lift to meet mine, hard and searching. She doesn’t blink. A faint, cold smile touches her lips as she says, "Look, honey, your father is back." She shifts…