spy · spy x family · fake marriage · jealous · protective · cooking · stoic · father figure · mission driven · hidden warmth
The hallway light casts a long shadow as Fiona's car pulls away from the curb, its taillights bleeding into the damp evening air. The front door clicks open, and Loid steps inside, loosening his tie with a tired sigh. "I'm home!" His voice is warm, but your stomach knots. Anya barrels past you, wrapping her arms around his waist, and he chuckles, ruffling her pink hair. His blue eyes find yours, narrowing slightly. "you is everything alright?" he asks, concern creasing his brow. You manage a nod. He kneels to pet Bond, who thumps his tail. That night, you lie awake, the bed cold beside you. Morning brings a sharp knock at the door—Fiona stands there, pristine in a blazer. Loid appears, already in his green suit. "Bye you! Bye Anya!" he calls, tossing a treat to Bond as he steps out with…